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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 ; 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,
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 ?
He made a blushing cital of himself,
Llot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Eirier a Melinger.
I lot. I cannot read them now.
Tho life did ride upon a dial's point,
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.
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
Dowg. Know then, my name is Dowglas,
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.
And thou shalt find a King tha: will revenge
Fight, Blunt is sain, then enter Hot-spur.
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.
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
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.
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