Lofeth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts befides,
Beguiling them of commendation.

[fpeed! Hot. Well, I am fchool'd: good manners be your Here come our wiyes, and let us take our leave.

Mort.

SCENE III.

Enter Glendower, with the ladies.

HIS is the deadly fpight that angers me, My wife can fpeak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps, she will not part with

you,

She'll be a foldier too, fhe'll to the wars.

Mort. Good father, tell her, fhe and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct fpeedily.

[Glendower Speaks to her in Welsh, and fhe anfwers him in the fame.

Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevish self-will'd harlotry,

That no perfuafion can do good upon.

[Lady Speaks in Welfh. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh, Which thou pour'ft down from thofe two fwelling

heavens,

I am too perfect in: and, but for shame,

In fuch a parly should I answer thee.

[The Lady again in Welsh.

I understand thy kiffes, and thou mine;

And that's a feeling difputation:

But I will never be a truant, love,

'Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as fweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair Queen in a fummer's bower,
With ravishing divifion to her lute.

Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will fhe run mad.
[The Lady Speaks again in Wellh.

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Mort.

Mort. O, I am Ignorance itself in this.
Glend. She bids you,

All on the wanton rufhes lay you down,
And reft your gentle head upon her lap,
And fhe will fing the fong that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the God of Sleep,
Charming your blood with pleafing heaviness;
Making fuch diff'rence betwixt wake and fleep,
As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heav'nly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progrefs in the eaft.

Mort. With all my heart I'll fit, and hear her fing:
By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.
Glend. Do fo;

And tho' th' muficians, that fhall play to you
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;
Yet flrait they fhall be here; fit, and attend.

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.

Lady. Go, ye giddy goose.

[The mufic plays. Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welt: and 'tis no marvel, he is fo humorous: by'r lady, he's a good musician.

Lady. Then would you be nothing but mufical, for you are altogether govern'd by humours: lie ftill, ye thief, and hear the lady fing in Welsh.

Hot. I had rather hear, Lady, my brach, howl in Irifh.

Lady. Would't have thy head broken?

Hot. No.

Lady. Then be ftill.

Hot. Neither, 'tis a woman's fault.

Lady. Now God help thee!,

Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.

Lady. What's that?

Hot. Peace, fhe fings.

[Here the Lady fings a Welsh song.

Come, I'll have your fong too.

Lady.

Lady. Not mine in good footh.

Hot. Not yours, 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 shall mend me; and, as fure as day: and giveft fuch farcenet furety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk'd'ft further than Finfbury. Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

A good mouth-filling oath, and leave infooth,
And fuch proteft of pepper-ginger-bread,
To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens.
Come, fing.

Lady. I will not fing.

Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn taylor, or be RobinRed-breaft teacher: if the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and fo come in, when ye will.

[Exit. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer, you are as flow; As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

By this our book is drawn: we will but feal,
And then to horse immediately.

Mort. With all my heart.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

IV.

Changes to the Prefence-chamber in Windfor.

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others.

K. Henry. Lof Wales and I

ORDS, give us leave; the Prince

Must have some private conference: but be near,
For we shall presently have need of you.-

[Exeunt Lords.

I know not, whether God will have it fo,
For fome displeasing service I have done;
That, in his fecret doom, out of my blood
He breeds revengement and a fcourge for me:
But thou doft in thy paffages of life
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd

For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n,
To punish my mif-treadings. Tell me else,
Could fuch inordinate and low defires,

Such poor, fuch base, fuch lewd, fuch mean attaints,
Such barren pleasures, rude fociety,

As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
Accompany the greatnefs of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?
P. Henry. So please your Majefty, I wish, I could
Quit all offences with as clear excufe,
As well, as, I am doubtlefs, I can purge
Myself of many I am charg'd withal.
Yet fuch extenuation let me beg,

As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,

Which oft the ear of Greatness needs muft hear,
By fmiling pick thanks and bafe news-mongers;
I may for fome things true (wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd, and irregular)

Find pardon on my true fubmiffion.

K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thee: yet let me wonder, Harry,

At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy Ancestors.
Thy place in council thou haft rudely loft,
Which by thy younger brother is fupply'd;
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Of all the Court and Princes of my blood.
The hope and expectation of thy time
Is ruin'd, and the foul of every man
Prophetically does fore-think thy Fall.
Had I fo lavifh of my prefence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So ftale and cheap to vulgar company;
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had ftill kept loyal to poffeffion;
And left me in reputelefs banishment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
But being seldom seen, I could not stir,

But

But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at!
That men would tell their children, this is he.
Others would fay, where? which is Bolingbroke?
And then I ftole all courtefy from heav'n,
And dreft myself in much humility,

That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud fhouts and falutations from their mouths,
Even in the prefence of the crowned King.
Thus I did keep my person fresh and new,
My prefence, like a robe pontifical,

Ne'er feen, but wonder'd at; and fo my State,
Seldom, but fumptuous, fhewed like a feast,
And won, by rarenefs, fuch folemnity.
The skipping King, he ambled up and down
With fhallow jefters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and foon burnt; *"fcarded his State,
Mingled his Royalty with carping fools;
Had his great name profaned with their scorns;
And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh with gybing boys, and ftand the pufh
Of every beardlefs, vain comparative:
Grew a companion to the common ftreets,
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity:

That, being daily fwallow'd by men's eyes,
They furfeited with honey, and began

To loath the tafte of sweetness; whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.

So when he had occafion to be seen,
He was but, as the Cuckow is in June,

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with fuch eyes,
As, fick and blunted with community,

Afford no extraordinary gaze;

Such as is bent on fun-like Majesty,

*---carded his State;] Richard is here reprefented as laying afide his Royalty, and mixing himself with common Jefters. This will lead us to the true reading, which fhould be thus,

'fcarded his State;

i. e. difcarded, threw off.

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