Lofeth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain [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 Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will fhe run mad. D 4 Mort. Mort. O, I am Ignorance itself in this. All on the wanton rufhes lay you down, Mort. With all my heart I'll fit, and hear her fing: And tho' th' muficians, that fhall play to you 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, 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, 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, [Exeunt Lords. I know not, whether God will have it fo, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n, Such poor, fuch base, fuch lewd, fuch mean attaints, As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, Which oft the ear of Greatness needs muft hear, 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 But But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at! That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Ne'er feen, but wonder'd at; and fo my State, That, being daily fwallow'd by men's eyes, To loath the tafte of sweetness; whereof a little So when he had occafion to be seen, Heard, not regarded; seen, but with fuch eyes, 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. D 6 When |