He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge Enter Dowglas. Dowg. Arm, gentlemen, to arms; for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, 'And Westmorland, that was ingag'd, did bear it; Het. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And Weftmorland, that was ingag'd] Engag'd is, delivered as an hostage. A few lines before, upon the return of Worcefter, he orders Weftmorland to be difmiffed. 9 By ftill dfpraifing Praife, valued with You.] This foolish line is indeed in the Folio of 1623, but it is evidently the players' nonfenfe. WARB. This line is not only in the firft folio, but in all the editions before it that I have feen. Why it fhould be cenfured as non fenfe I know not. To vilify praife, compared or valued with merit fuperiour to praise, is no harfh expreffion. There is another objection to be made. Prince Henry, in his challenge of Percy, had indeed commended him, but with no fuch hyperboles as might reprefent him above praife, and there feems to be no reason why Vernon fhould magnify the Prince's candour beyond the truth. Did then Shakespeare forget the foregoing fcene? or are fome lines loft from the prince's speech? He 'He made a blushing cital of himself, Arm, arm with fpced. And fellows, foldiers, friends, Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Can lift your blood up with perfuafion. Enter a Meffenger. Me. My lord, here are letters for you. O Gentlemen, the time of life is fhort, To fpend that fhortnefs bafely were too long, Enter another Meffenger. Meff. My lord, prepare, the King comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profefs not talking; only this, Let each man do his best. And here draw I 3 [They embrace, then exeunt. The Trumpets found. SCENE VI. The King entereth with his power: Alarm to the Battle. Then enter Dowglas, and Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. What is thy name, that thus in battle crof feft me? What honour doft thou feck upon my head? Dowg. Know then, my name is Dowglas, Bunt. They tell thee true. Dowg. The lord of Stafford dear to day hath bought Thy I kenes; for instead of thee, King Ilarry, This fword hath ended him; fo fhall it thee, Unlefs thou yield thee as my prifoner. Blunt. I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot, 3 Now, Esperanza! - ] This was the word of battle on Percy's fide. Sce Hall's Chronicle, folio 22. POPE. 4 For (heav'n to earth)-] i. e. one might wager heaven to earth. WARBURTON. And And thou shalt find a King tha: will revenge Fight, Blunt is flain, then enter Hot-fpur. Hot. O Dowglas, hadft thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed o'er a Scot. Dowg. All's done, all's won, here breathlefs lies the King. Hot. Where? Hot. This, Douglas? no. I know his face full well; A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself. Dowg. Ah! fool go with thy foul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title haft thou bought too dear. Why didft thou tell me that thou wert a King? Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats. Dowg. Now by my fword, I will kill all his coats; I'll murther all his wardrobe piece by piece, Until I meet the King. Fal. Though I could 'fcape' fhot free at London, I fear the shot here, here's no fcoring, but upon the pate. Soft, who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt? there's honour for you; here's no vanity !-I am as hot as moulten lead, 5 Shet free at London.] A play upon hot, as it means the part of a re koning, and a missive weapon dfcharged from artillery. 6 bere's no canity!] In our author's time the negative, in common fpeech, was used to defign, ironically, the excess of a thing. Thus Ben Jobrfon in Every Man in his Humour, fays, OHERE'S NO FOPPERY! 'Death, I can endure the flocks better. Mean lead, and as heavy too; heav'n keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels!-I have led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd, there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here? Enter Prince Henry. P. Henry. What, ftand'st thou idle here? lend me thy fword; Many a noble man lies stark and stiff Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Lend me thy fword. Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. 7 Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him fure. P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr'ythee, lend me thy fword. Meaning, as the paffage fhews, that the foppery was exceffive. And fo in many other places. But the Oxford Ed or not apprehending this, has alter'd it to, there's vanity! WARBURTON. I am in doubt whether this interpretation, though ingenious. and well fupported, is true. The words may mean, here is real honour, no vanity, or no empty appearance. 7 Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms,] Meaning Gregory the feventh, called Hildeband. This furious frier fur mounted almoft invincible obftacles to deprive the emperor of his right of inveftiture of bishops, which his predeceffors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his history, had made this Gregory fo odious, that I don't doubt but the good proteftants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterised, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. WARBURTON. 8 I have paid Percy, I bave made him fare. P. Henry. He is, indeed, and, &c.] The Prince's Anfwer, which is apparently connected with Falfa's laft words, does not cohere fo well as if the knight had faid, I have made him fire; Percy's fafe enough. Perhaps a word or two like thefe may be loft. Fal. |