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A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
Must glove this hand. And hence, thou fickly quoif,
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Which Princes, Aeth'd with conquest, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron, and approach
! The ruggedit hour that time and spight dare bring
To frown upon th' enrag'd Northumberland!
Let heav p kiss earth! now let not nature's hand
Keep the wild food confin’d; let order die,
And let this world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a lingring act :
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead! 2
Bard. 3 This strained passion doth you wrong, my

lord ! Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour,

Mort. The lives of all your loving complices
Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
• You cast th’event of war, my noble lord,

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1 The old Edition,

ancient opinion it has been held, The ragged'ft Hour that Time that if the human race, for whom and Spighi care bring

the world was made, were exTof oun, &c.] There is tirpated, the whole fyftem of no Consonance of Metaphors sublunary nature would cease. betwixt ragged and frown; nor, 3 This flrained paffion, &c.-) indeed, any Dignity in the image. This line is only in the first ediOn both Accounts, therefore, I tion, where it is spoken by Umsuspect, our author wrote, as I freville, who speaks no where have reformed the .Text. The else. It seems necessary to the fugged'it Hour, &c. THEOB. connection.

Pope. 2 The conclusion of this noble

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th' event of speech is extremely striking. war, &c.] The fourteen There is no need to suppose it lines from hence to Bardaiph's exactly philosophical, darkness in next speech, are not to be found poeuy may be absence of eyes in the first editions till that in as well as privation of light. Folio of 1623. A very great Yet we may remark, that by an number of other lines in this

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And fumm'd th’account of chance, before you said,
Let us make head. It was your presurmise,
That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop ;
You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge
More likely to fall in, than to get o'er ;
You were advis'd, his flesh was capable
Of wounds and scars'; and that his forward spirit
Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd ;
Yet did you say, Go forth. And none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action. What hath then befall'n,
Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
More than That being, which was like to be ?

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss,
Knew, that we ventur'd on such dang’rous seas,
That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one ;
And yet we ventur'd for the gain propos'd,
Choak’d the respect of likely peril fear’d;
And since we are o'er-set, venture again.
Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.
Mort. 'Tis more than time ; and my most noble

lord,
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth :
* The gentle Arch-bishop of York is up
With well-appointed Powers. He is a man,
Who with a double furety binds his followers.
My lord, your son, had only but the corps,
But shadows, and the shews of men to fight ;
For that same word, Rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls,

play are inserted after the first him to have seen, there having edition in like manner, but of been but one edition yet dile fuch fpirit and mastery generally, covered by me that precedes the that the insertions are plainly by first folio. Sbakojprar himself. Pope. 5 The gentle, &c.— ) Thefe To this note I have nothing

one-and-twenty lines were added to add, but that the editor speaks

since the first edition. of more editions than I believe

And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls,
This word, Rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond. But now, the Bishop
Turns Insurrection to Religion ;
Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind,
And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood
Of fair King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones;
Derives from heav'n his quarrel and his cause ;
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land
Gasping for lise, under great Boling broke,
And more, and less, do flock to follow him.

North. I knew of this before, but to speak truth,
This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.
Go in with me, and counsel every man
The aptest way for safety and revenge.
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed;
Never so few, nor never yet more need. [Exeunt.

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Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing his

sword and buckler. Fal. Irrah, you, giant! what says the doctor to my

water? Page. He said, Sir, the water it self was a good healthy water. But for the party that own'd it, he might have more diseases than he knew for.

Fal. Men of all forts take a pride to gird at ine.

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bleeding lard] That is, says to the Prince, If this fee stands over his country to de me down, Hal, and bestride me, fend her as the lies bleeding on f; it is an office of friendship.

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The brain of this foolish-compounded-clay, Man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only witty in my felf, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a fow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why, then I have no judgment. Thou whorson mandrake?, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd with an agate till now : but I will neither set you in gold nor lilver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel : The Juvenal, the Prince your master! whose chin is not yet fedg’d; I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; yet he will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal. Heav'n may finish it when it will, it is not a hair amiss yet ; he may keep it still as a face-royal !, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his father was a barchelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can aflure him.- What said Mr. Dembledon, about the fatten for my short cloak and

lops ?

? Mandrake is a root supposed let, a tag to the points then in to have the hape of a man; it use: (a word indeed which our is now counterfeited with the author uses to expics t'ie fane rook of bricny.

thought) But aglets, tho' they 3 I was never mann'd] That were sometimes of gold or firer, is, I never before had an agate

were never set in those metals for my man.

WA BURTON. I was never mann'd with an - he may keep it fill as a agate till now :) Alluding to the face roval,] That is, a face exhele figures cur in agotes, and empt from the touch of vulgar other hard stones, for leals : and hands. So a rag-ripcil is noi to therefore he says, I will let you be huntei, a mini-r0,0l is not to ne ther in gold nor silver. The be dug: Oxford Editur altury this to ag

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Page. He said, Sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph; he would not take his bond and yours, he lik'd not the security.

Fal. Let him be damn'd like the Glutton, may his tongue be hotter. A whorson Achitophel, a rascally yeaforsooth-knave, to bear a gentleman in 'hand, and then stand upon security. --The whorson-smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honest taking up”, then they must stand upon security. I had as lief they would put rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I looked he should have sent me two and twenty yards of satten, as I am a true Knight, and he sends me Security. Well, he may neep in security, for he hath the horn of abundance. And ? the lightness of his wire shines through it, and yet cannot he see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph?

Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your Worship a horse. Fal

. + I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield. If I could get me but a wife in the Stews, I were mann'd, hors’d, and wiv’d.

"To bear in hand, is to keep in geris. Amph. Ad i. Scene 1. expe&ation.

and much improved. We need if a man is thorough with not doubt that a joke was here them in honest taking up,] That intended by Plautus, for the prois, If a man by taking up goods verbial term of horns, for cutis in their debt. To be thorough koldin is very ancient, as appears feems to be the same with the by Artemidorus, who says, liquipresent phrase, to be in with a πείν αυτω ότι η γυνή σου πορεύσιν, tradesman.

και το λεγομένου, κέρατα αυτω ποιή3 the lightness of his reife shines Oti, xai ivtws átéėn. "Ox:055.. lib. through it, and jet can'ot be lee, 2. cap. 12. And be copied from though he have his own lanthorn those before him.

WARBURT. to light him.] This joke feems 4 llought him in Paul's,] Ai evidently to have been taken from that time the resort of idle people, that of P.autus: Quò ambulas tu, cheats, and knights of the post.. qui Vulcanum in cornu conclufum

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