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From camp to camp, through the foul womb of
the other's umber'd and coars is nonsense. We should face.) Umber'd or umbred, read, is a term in blazonry, and signi INVEST in lank-lean chriks. fies shadowed. WARBURTON. which is sense, i. c. their fad
5 Do the low rated English gesture was cloath’d, or set off, play at dice ;] i. e. do play them in lean-cheeks and worn coats.
WARBURTON. The image is strong and pictu6' Investing lank-lean checks, resque.
WARBURTON. &c.] A gesture investing checks
away at dice.
For forth he goes and visits all his host,
S CE N È II.
Loʻster, 'tis true, that we are in great
K. Henry. Goldanger :
Fear; that mean and them; he'll shew (as well as his gentle all
unworthy Pen and Powers can Bebold, (as may, &c. ] As describe it) a little Touch, or this stood, it was a molt per- Sketch of this Hero in the plex'd and nonsensical Passage: Night.
THEOBALD. and could not be intelligible, but Minding true ihings.] To as I have corrected it. The Poet, mind is the same as to call to rethen addressing himself to every membrance. Degree of his Audience, tells VOL. IV.
The greater therefore should our courage be.
Enter Bedford. - Good morrow, brother Bedford.—God Almighty ! There is some foul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out ; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry. Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all; admonishing, That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a nioral of the devil himself.
Enter Erpingham. Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham, A good soft pillow for that good white head Were better than a churlish turf of France. Erping. Not fo, my Liege; this lodging likes me
better; Since I may say, now lie I like a King:
K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their present pain
Glou. We shall, my Liege.
K. Henry. No, my good knight,
8 Slough is the skin which the supposed to regain new vigour serpent annually throws off, and and fresh youth. Legerity is lightby the change of which he is nels, nimbleness.
I and my bosom must debate a while,
Harry! K. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak'st chearfully.
Pift. Qui va là?
Pift. Discuss unto me, art thou officer ?
K. Henry. I am a gentleman of a company.
Pijt The King's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
parents good, of fift most valiant ;
K. Henry. Harry le Roy.
K. Henry. No, I am a Welshman.
Pift. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon St. David's day.
K. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
Pift. Art thou his friend ?
K. Henry. I thank you. God be with you.
[Exit. K. Henry. It forts well with your fierceness.
[Manet King Henry. Enter Fluellen, and Gower, severally. Gow. Captain Fluellen.
Flu. So ; in the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer ; it is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tittle tattle, nor pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the fobrieties of it, and the modesty of it to be otherwise.
Gow. Why, the enemy is loud, you hear him all night.
Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience now?
Gow. I will speak lower.
[Exeunt. K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Wellbman.
Enter three Soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court,
and Michael Williams.
Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder ?