Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He presently, as Greatness knows itself,
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,

Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg.
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain Edicts, and some strait 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 seeming 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 absent 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 short time after, he deposid the King, Soon after That depriv’d him of his lite, And, in the neck of that, * task'd the whole State. To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March, Who is, if every Owner were right plac'd, Indeed his King, to be incag'd in Wales, There without ransom to lie forfeited ; Disgrac'd me in my happy Victories, Sought to entrap me by intelligence, Rated my uncle from the Council-board, In rage dismiss’d my father from the Court, Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong, And in conclusion drove us to seek out * This head of safery ; and withal to pry Into his Title too, the which we find Too indirect for long continuance.

; In this whole speech he al- whole fate. lades again to fone passages in 4 This bead of lafety.] This Richard the second.

army from which I hope for proTafkd the whole Stati.] Itection. suppole it should be, tax'd te

Blunt. 4

Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the King ?

Hot. Not so, Sir Walter ; we'll withdraw awhile.
-Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd
Some furety for a safe return again;
And in the morning early shall my uncle
Bring him our purposes. And so farewel.

Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love! !
Hot. It may be, so we shall.
Blunt. Pray heav'n, you do!

[Exeunt.

Changes to the Archbishop of York's Palace. Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michaell. York. I E, good Sir Michaell, bear this sealed

brief
With winged haste to the Lord Mareshal;
This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
To whom they are directed. If

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 Micheell, is a day, Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch; for, Sir, at Shrewsbury, As I am truly giv'n to understand, The King, with mighty and quick-raised power, Meets with lord Harry; and, I fear, Sir Michaell, What with the sickness of Northumberland, Whose pow'r was * in the first proportion, And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence, Who with them was a rated finew too,

s Sealed brief. ] A brief is first edition, i e. accounted a simply a letter.

Pops. * In the first proportion.] Whose A strength on which we recka quota was larger than that of any oned; a help of which we made other man in the confederacy. account.

6-a rated finew 100,] So the

strong aid.

And

And comes not in, o'er-ruld by prophecies.
I fear the pow'r of Percy is too weak,
To wage an instant tryal with the King.
Sir Mich. Why, my good lord, there's Dowglas,

and lord Mortimer.
York. No, Mortimer is not there.

Sir Micb. 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 special head of all the Land together, The Prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmorland, and warlike Blunt ; And many more corrivals, and dear men Of estimation and command in arms. Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well

oppos’d. York. I hope no less; yet, needful 'tis to fear. And to prevent the worst, Sir Michaell, speed; For if lord Percy thrive not, ere the King Dismiss his Power, he means to visit us ; For he hath heard of our Confederacy, And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Therefore make haste, I must go write again To other friends; and so farewel, Sir Michaell. [Exeunt.

Vol. IV,

P

ACT

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Tbe Camp at SHREWS BURY. Énter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John

of Lancaster, "Earl of Westmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falstaff.

K. HENRY.

H Н

OW bloodily the Sun begins to peer

Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.

P. Henry. The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet 8 to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempest, and a blust'ring day.

K. Henry. Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can feem foul to those that win.

[The Trumpet founds

. Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon. K. Henry. How now, my lord of Worster? 'tis

not well
That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Trust,
And made us doff our easie robes of peace,
To cruh our old linbs in ungentle stech;

7 A7V.] It seems proper to be changed by any editor who be rema ked, that in the do thinks himself able to make a tons p:inted while the authour better. lived, this play is not broken in 8 To his purposes.] That is, to acts

The divitien which was to the fun's, to that which the made by the players in the frit fun portends by his unusual apfoto feeis commodious enough, pearance. wut, being without authority, may.

This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What say 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 exhald meteor,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent
Of broached mischief, to the unborn times?

1 r. 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 protest,
I have not fought the day of this dislike.
K. Henry. You have not fought it, Sir? how comes

it then ? 9 Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Henry. Peace, Chewet, pace. Wor. It pleas’d your Majesty, to turn your looks Of favour from my self, and all our House, And yet I must remember you, my lord, We were the first and dearest of

your

friends;

9 Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, ftaff for his medling and imperand he found it.

tinent Jeft. And besides, if the Prince. Peace, Chevet, peace ] Poet had intended that the Prince This, I take to be an arbitrary should ficer at Ful?aff, on AcRefinement of Mr. Popis: nor

court of his Crpilerc'', i doubt can I easily agr.c, that Chevet is not, but he would have called Sbar speare's Word here. Why him [offer in plain Engin, and forud Prince Henry call Falstoffo not have wrapp'd up the Abuse Boltler, for interposing in the in the French Word Ch zet. in Discourse betwixt che King and another Passage of this Play, the Worce

; er? With Submission he Prince honefly calls hin uilt? does not take him up here for his As to Prince Henry, his Stock in unreasonable Size, but for his ill. this Language was so small, that tim'd and unleasonable Chatter- when he comes to be Kag, he ing. I therefore have preservd hammers out one small Seitence the Rcading of the old Books. of it to Princess Catiarine, and A Chevet, or Chuet, is a roly tells her, It is as eay fr hiin to chattering Bird, a Pie. This co:quer the King om as 10 y cak so Curries a proper Reproach to Fal- much more French. TASUBALD.