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

(speed ! Hot. Well, I am fchool'd: good manners be your Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

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Enter Glendower, with the ladies.
HIS is the deadly spight that angers me,

Mort.

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Glend. My daughter weeps, she will not part with

you, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

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

[Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and the

answers him in the fame. Glend. She's desp’rate here : a peevish self-will'd

harlotry, That no persuasion can do good upon.

(Lady Speaks in Welfh. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh, Which thou pour'st down from those two swelling

heavens, I am too perfect in: and, but for shame, In-luch a parly should I answer thee.

[The Lady again in Well. 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 sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair Queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division to her lute. Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she run ad. (The Lady Speaks again in Wellh.

Mort.

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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,
And she will fing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the God of Sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such diff'rence betwixt wake and sleep,
As is the dift'rence betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heav'nly harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

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

Glend. Do fo;
And tho'th' musicians, that shåll play to you
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, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap. Lady. Go, ye giddy goose. The music plays.

Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welfre : and 'tis no marvel, he is so humorous: by’r lady, he's a good musician,

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

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

Lady. Would's have thy head broken?
Hot. No.
Lady. Then be still.
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, she fings.

[Here the Lady fings a Welsh fong. Come, l'll have your song too.

Lady.

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Lady. Not mine in good footh.

Hot. Not yours, in good footh! you swear like a comfit-maker's wife ; not you, in good footh; and, as true as I live; and, as God fhall mend me; and, as sure as day: and givest such farcenet surety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk d'ft further than Finsbury. Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, A good mouth-6lling oath, and leave infooth, And such 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-breast teacher: if the indenturés. be drawn, I'll away within these two hours, and so come in, when

Exit.
Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer, you are as slow,
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.

[Exeunt.

ye will.

SC E N E IV. Changes to the Presence-chamber in Windsor. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others. K.

ORDS, give us leave; the Prince

of Wales and I 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 so, For some displealing service I have done; That, in his secret doom, out of my blood He breeds revengement and a scourge for me: But thou doft in thy passages of life Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd

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For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n,
To punish my mif-treadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate and low degres,
Such poor, such base, such lewd, such mean attaints,
Such barren pleasures, rude society,
As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?

P. Henry. So please your Majesty, I will, I could
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As well, as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many I am charg'd withal.
Yet such extenuation let me beg, 1:
As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,'
Which oft the ear of Greatness needs. muft hear,
By smiling pick thanks and base news-mongers;
I may for some things true (wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd, and irregular)
Find pardon on my true fubmillion.
K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thee: yet let me won-

der, 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 expe&ation of thy time
Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
Prophetically does fore-think thy Fall.
Had I so lavish of my presence 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 ftir,

But

But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at!
That men would tell their children, this is he.
Others would say, where? which is Bolingbroke?
And then I ftole all courtesy from heav'n,
And dreft myself in much humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and salutations 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, fuch solemnity.
The skipping King, he ambled up and down
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burnt; * "scarded his State,
Mingled his Royalty with carping fools ;
Had his great name profaned with their scorns ;

his countenance, against his name,
To laugh with gybing 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 men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
To loath the taste of fweetness; whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So when he had occasion to be feen,
He was but, as the Cuckow is in June,
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes,
As, fick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze;
Such as is bent on sun-like Majesty,

And gave

*cm-carded his State;} Richard is here reprefented as Taying aside his Royalty, and mixing himself with common Jesters. This will lead us to the true reading, which should be thus,

'fcarded his State ; i. 1. discarded, thresv off.

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