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He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

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 ; Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on.

Wor. The Prince of Wales ítept forth before the King, And, Nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.

Hct. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
And that no man might draw short breath to day,
But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
How shew'd his talking ? seem'd it in contempt

Ver. No, by my foul ; I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare,
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man,
Trim'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,
Making you ever better than his Praise :
? By still dispraising Praise, valu'd with You.
And, which became him like a Prince indeed,

3 And Westmorland, that was sense I know not. To vilify

ingag'd] Engagd is, deli- praise, compared or valued with vered as an hostage. A few lines merit superiour to praise, is no before,

upon the return of Wor. harsh expression. There is anoafter, he orders Weftmorlant to ther objection to be made. Prince be dismissed.

Henry, in his challenge of Percy, 9 By full d prailing Praise, had indeed commended him, but

valued with You.) This with no such hyperboles as might foolish line is indeed in the Fo- represent him above praise, and lio of 1623, but it is evidently there seems to be no reason why the players' nonsense. Ware. Vernon should magnify the Prince's

This line is not only in the candour beyond the truth. Did firft folio, but in all the editions then Shakespeare forget the forebefore it that I have seen. Why going scene? or are some lines it should be censured as non- lost from the prince's speech ?


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He made a blushing cital of himself,
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, inttantly.
There did he pause; but let me tell the world,
If he out-live the envy of this day,
Englend did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Llot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Upon liis folles; never did I hear
* Of any l rince, so wild, at liberty.
But be he as he will, yer oncé ere night,
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
That he Mill shiink under my courtesie.
Arm, arm with speed. And fellows, foldiers, friends,
Better confiler that you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

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Eirier a Melinger.
N'ell. My lord, here are letters for you.

I lot. I cannot read them now.
O Gentlemın, the time of life is short,
To spend that shortness bafely were too long,

Tho life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at th' arrival of an hour.
And if we live, we live to tread on Kings ;
If die ; brave death, when Princes die with us!
Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent for bearing them is just.

1 He mode a 11.2'n? cital of liberty.] Of any prince that kimhlj,] Cital for taxation. played such pranks, and was not

Pope. confined as a madman. z Of any Prince, so wild, at


Enter another Messenger. Mell. My lord, prepare, the King comes on apace. Hoi. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; only this, Let each man do his belt. And here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal, In the adventure of this perilous day.

Now, Esperanza! Percy! and let on; Sound all the lofty Instruments of war, And by that musick let us all embrace,

For, heav'n to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesie.

[They embrace, then exeunt. The Trumpets sound.


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The King entereth with his power : Alarm to the Battle.

Tbeiz enter Dowglas, and Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. What is thy name, that thus in battle crofa

fest me?
What honour dost thou seck upon my head ?

Dowg. Know then, my name is Dowglas,
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Bec use fome tell me that thou art a King.

Bunt. They tell thee true.

Dorog. The lord of Stefjord dear to day hath bought Thy I kene's; for instead of thee, King Harry, This swori hath end d him ; so shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

Blunt. I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot,

3 News, Esperanza! - ] This 4 For (heav'n to earth)--) was the word of battie on Percy's i. e. one might wager heaven to fde. Sce Hall's Chronicle, fo- earth.



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And thou shalt find a King tha: will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.

Fight, Blunt is sain, then enter Hot-spur.
Hot. O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
I never had triumphed o'er a Scot.
Dowg. All's done, all's won, here breathless lies the

King. Hot. Where? Doug. Here.

Hot. This, Dowglas? 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 soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title halt thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King ?

Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats.

Doug. Now by my sword, I will kill all his coats ; I'll murther all his wardrobe piece by piece, Until I meet the King.

Hot. Up and away, Our soldiers ftand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.

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Alarm, en!er Falstaff folus. Fal. Though I could ’scape s shot free at London, I fear the shot here, here's no scoring, but upon the pate. . Soft, who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt ? there's honour here's no vanity !-1 am as hot as moulten


for you;

s Shct free at London.] A common speech, was used to deplay upon lhat, as it means the fign, ironically, the excess of a part of a re kıring, and a misive thing. Thus Ben Johrjon in weapon d scharged from artillery. Every Man in his Himour, says,

bere's sio wanity!] In our OHERE'S NO FOPPERY! 'Derb, author's time the negative, in I can endure the flocks better.



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, stand'st thou idle here ? lend me

thy sword;
Many a noble man lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies;
Whose deaths are unreveng’d. Lend me thy sword.

Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. 7 Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee : I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword.

Meaning, as the passage fhews, history, had made this Gregory so that the foppery was excessive. odious, that I don't doubt but And so in many other places. the good protestants of that time But the Oxford Ed'or not appre- were weil pleased to hear him hending this, has alter'd it to, thus characteriser!, as uniting the there's vanity! WARBURTON. attributes of their two great ene

I am in doubt whether this mies, the Turk and Pope, in one. interpretation, though ingenious

WARBURTON. and well supported, is true. 8 I have paid Percy, I have The words may mean, here is made him fure. real honour, no vanity, or no P. Henry. He is, indeed, and, emply appearance.

&c.) The Prince's Answer, which • Turk Gregory never did is apparently connected with Falfuch deeds in arms, ] Meaning fa's last words, does not coGregory the seventh, called Hils here fo well as if the knight had dibiard. This furious frier sur fail, mounted almost invincible obsta I have made him fire; Percy's cles to deprive the emperor of safe enough. his right of investiture of bishops, Perhaps a word or two like these which his predecessors had long may be loit. attempted in vain. Fox, in his


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