est reason thou seest, I am pacified.-Still?—Nay, pr'ythee, be gone. [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at court for the robbery, lad,-How is that answered? P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee-The money is paid back again. Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a doublé labour. P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing. Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doesť, and do it with unwashed hands too. Bard. Do, my lord. P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot. Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous; I laud them, I praise them. P. Hen. Bardolph Bard. My lord. P. Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancaster, My brother John; this to my lord of Westmoreland.— Go, Poins, to horse, to horse; for thou, and I, Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time. Jack, Meet me to-morrow i'the Temple-hall, At two o'clock i'the afternoon : There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive Money, and order for their furniture. The land is burning; Percy stands on high; And either they, or we, must lower lie. [Exeunt Prince, PoiNs, and BARDOLPH. Fal. Rare words! brave world! breakfast; come : -Hostess, my [Exit. Q, I could wish, this tavern were my drum. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Rebel Camp, near Shrewsbury. Hotspur. Enter HOT WELL said, my noble Scott: If speaking truth, Should go so general current through the world. The tongues of soothers; but a braver place No man so potent breathes upon the ground, Hot. Do so, and 'tis well :— Enter a Messenger, with Letters. What letters hast thou there?-I can but thank you. Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself? Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Wor. I would, the state of time had first been whole, Ere he by sickness had been visited; His health was never better worth than now. Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprize; 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp. [1] This phrase, which soon lost its original signification, appears to have been adopted from romance. In ancient language, to head a man, was to cut off his head, and to beard him, signified to cut off his beard; a punishment which was frequently inflicted by giants on such unfortunate princes as fell into their hands. STEEV. He writes me here,-that inward sickness- For, as he writes, there is no quailing now ;$ Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. It were not good for therein should we read Doug. 'Faith, and so we should ; Where now remains a sweet reversion : A comfort of retirement5 lives in this. Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here. The quality and hair of our attempt 6 Brooks no division: It will be thought By some, that know not why he is away, Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence ; (2) On any less near to himself; on any whose interest is remote. JOH. (3) To quail is to languish, to sink into dejection. Perhaps from the timid caution occasionally practised by the bird of that name. STEEV. (4) The list is the selvage; figuratively, the utmost line of circumference, the utmost extent. JOHNS (5) A support to which we may have recourse JOHNS. (9) The hair seems to be, the compl xion, the character. The metaphor appears harsh to us, but, perhaps, was familiar in our author's time We still say something is against the hair," as " against the grain,” that is, against the natural tendency. JOHNS, And think, how such an apprehension And breed a kind of question in our cause : Hot. You strain too far. I, rather, of his absence make this use ;- Than if the earl were here: for men must think, Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. Doug. As heart can think there is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear. Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON. Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord. The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince John. Hot. No harm: What more? Ver. And further, I have learn'd,— The king himself in person is set forth, Or hitherwards intended speedily, With strong and mighty preparation. Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his son, Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms, All plum'd like estridges that wing the wind; (7) The offering side. may mean simply the assailant, in opposition to the defendant; and it is likewise true of him that offers war, or makes an invasion, that his cause ought to be kept clear from all objections. JOHNS. (8) Shakspeare rarely bestows his pithets at random Stowe says of the prince, he was passing swift in running, insomuch that he with two other of his lords, without hounds, bow, or other engine, would take a wild-buck, or doe, in a large park." STEEV. Bated like eagles having lately bath'd ;9 And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun in March, And yet not ours:- Come, let me take my horse,, Against the bosom of the prince of Wales: Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.— Ver. There is more news: I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.. Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach unto? Hot. Forty let it be ; My father and Glendower being both away, The powers of us may serve so great a day. Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. [Exe. (6) To bate is, in the style of falconry, to beat the wing, from the French, battre, that is, to flutter in preparation for flight. JOHNS. (1) This alludes to the manner of dressing up images in the Romish churches on holy-days; where they are bedecked i gilt robes richly laced and embroidered. STEEV. (2) Cuisses, Fr. armour for the thighs. POPE. |