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Lady. Then would you?
I understand thy kisses, and thou mines; tre
[The Lady speaks again in Welsh. Mort. O, I'am ignorance itself in this.
Glend. She bids you, “ All on the wanton rushes lay you down, " And rest your gentle head upon her lap, niin “ And she will fing the song that pleafeth you;.,; “ And on your eye-lids crown the God of Sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing leaviness in
Making such diff'rence betwixt wake and sleep, “ As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night, send bis • The hour before the beay’nly-harness'd team VÀ “ Begins his golden progress in the east.
Alort. With all my heart, I'll sit and hear her fing: By that time will our book I think be drawn.i!, an
Glend. Do fo; And though th' musicians that shall play to you by to Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Yet itrait they shall be here; fit, and attend.
Hot. Come, Kate; thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick, quiek, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
Lady: Goye giddy goose. [The mufic plays.
Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welch: and 'tis no marvel, he is so humourous, by'r lady, he's a good mufician. you are altogether govern'd by humours: lie still, ye thief, and hear the Lady fing in Welch..
Hot. I had rather hear Lady my brach howl in Irisli.
Lady. What's that?
Lyij bs Mgbm I Hot. Peace, the fings.
[Here the Lady fings a Welsh Yong! Come, I'll have your song too.
Lady. Not mine, in good footh:15 Isait ng AIA
Hot. Not your's, in good footh! you fwear like a comfit-maker's wife ; not you, in good footh; and, as true as I live ; and, as God mall mend me; and, as sure as day'; and givest such farcenét surety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk d'st further than Finsbury. Swear me, Kate, like a Lady, as thou art, A good mouth-billing oath, and leave infoothing And such protest of pepper-ginger-bread, To velvet-guards, and Sunday citizens. Come, fing.
Lady. I will not fing.
Hot, 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be Robinred-breast teacher: if the vindentures be drawn, I'll away within thefe two hours: and fo come in when
na pia ni 011 11951pni [Exit. Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer, you are as flow As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go in By this our book is drawn: we will but feal, And then to horfe immediately, it's Mort. With all my heart.
Changes to the presence-chamber in Windsor. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords, and others.
K. Henry. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales Must have some private conference: but be near, (and I For we shall prefently have need of you.
[Excunt Lords, I know not whether God will have it so, For some displeasing service * I have done; That, in his secret doom, out of my blood He breeds revengement and a scourge for me: But thou dost in thy passages of life Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd service, for action, fimply.
bh For the hot vengeance * and the rod of Heaven,
P. Henry. So please your Majesty, I wish I could
K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thee: yet let me wonder,
1 F2 Prophetically does fore-think thy fall. • Had I so lavish of my prefence been, • So common hackney'd in the eyes · So stale and cheap to vulgar company;
11: 1.792 Opinion, that did help me to the crown, · Had still kept loyal to poffeffion;
11.131 • And left me in reputeless banishment, • A fellow of ño mark nor likelihood.
But being seldom feen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd ai! " That men would tell threir children, This is he, · Others would fạy, Where? which is Bolingbroke . And then I stole all courtesy from heav'n, * i. e. appointea for the inftrument of vengeance,
And dress'd myself in much humility, · That I did pluck allegiance from mens' hearts, • Loud shouts and falutations from their mouths, • Even in the presence of the crowned King. · Thus I did keep my person fresh and new, : My presence, like a robe pontifical, • Ne'er feen, but wonder'd at; and so my state,
Seldom, but sumptuous, shewed like a feast,
And won, by rareness, such folemnity, • The skipping King, he ambled up and down • With shallow jesters, and raih bavin wits, ! Soon kindled, and soon burnt ; 'Icarded his state; Mipgled his royalty with carping fools
s ; · Had his great name profaned with their scorns; • And
gave his countenance, against his name, * To laugh with gibing boys, and stand the push • Of every beardless, vain comparative: 'Grew a companion to the common streets, • Enfeoff'd himself to popularity :
That, being daily swallow'd by mens' eyes, : They surfeited with honey, and began
To lothe the taste of sweetness; whereof a little . More than a little is by, much too much. · So when he had occasion to be seen, • He was but, as the cuckow is in June, • Heard, not regarded ; feen, but with such eyes,
As, fick and blunted with community, : Afford no extraordinary gaze; ? Such as is bent on sun-like Majesty, : When it shines seldom in admiring eyes : • But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect • As cloudy men use to their adversaries, • Being with his presence glutted, gorge'd, and full. And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou; For thou hast loit thy princely privilege With vile participation. Not an eye, But is a-weary of"thy common sight, Save mine, which hath defird to see thee more; Which now doth what I would not have it do, Make blind ittelf with foolish tenderness.
P. Henry. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious Lord, Be more myself.
K. Henry. For all the world,
1 What never-dying honour bath he got Against renowned Douglas ; whose bigh deeds, A Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, ir Holds from all soldiers chief majority,
Y And military title capital,
0 Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Chrift Thrice hath this Hot-spur, Mars in swathing-cloaths, This infant warrior, in his enterprises, Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once, Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, To fill the mouth of deep defiance up, And shake the peace and safety of our throne.it And what say you to this ? Percy, Northumberland, Th’Archbishop's Grace of York, Douglas, and Mortit Capitulate against us, and are up.
[mer, But wherefore do I tell this news to thee? Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
11 Which art my near'st and dearest enemy? Thou that art like enough, through vafsal fear, +11 Base inclination, and the start of spleen, To fight against me under Percy's pay; To dog his heels, and curt'sy at his frowns, To show how much thou art degenerate.
P. Henry. Do not think so, you shall not find it for And Heav'n forgive them, that so much have fway'd Your Majesty's good thoughts away from me! I will redeem all this on Percy's head,