-go to:-very good:-exceeding good.-O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopp'd, bald "fhot.- Well faid, Wart; thou'rt a good fcab: hold, there's a tester for thee.

Shal. He is not "his craft's mafter, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end green (when I lay at Clement's-inn, I was then fir Dagonet in Arthur's fhow) there was a little P quiver fellow, and 'a would manage you his piece thus: and 'a would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in: rab, tab, tab, would 'a fay; bounce, would 'à fay; and away again would 'a go, and again would 'a come;-I fhall never fee fuch a fellow.

Fal. These fellows will do well, mafter Shallow.-God keep you, mafter Silence; I will not ufe many words with you :-Fare you well, gentlemen both: I thank you: I must a dozen mile to-night.-Bardolph, give the foldiers coats.

Shal. Sir John, heaven blefs you, and profper your af fairs, and send us peace! As you return, visit my houfe; let our old acquaintance be renew'd: peradventure, I will with you to the court.

Fal. I would you would, mafter Shallow.

Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you well. [Exeunt Shallow, and Silence.

Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.-On, Bardolph; lead the men away.-[Exeunt Bardolph, Recruits, &c.]— As I return, I will fetch off thefe juftices: I do fee the bottom of juftice Shallow. Lord, lord, how fubject we old men are to this vice of lying! This fame ftarv'd justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his foot-shooter. "bis craft's mafter]-expert at his exercife. (when I lay at Clement's-inn, I was then fir Dagonet in Arthur's Bow)]-When I lived, was a ftudent at Clement's-inn, and was fo young as to be unfit to act any higher part, than that of King Arthur's fool or fquire, in an interlude performed by the members of that foP quiver]-nimble, active.

ciety.

youth,

youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull-street; and every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Clement'sinn, like a man made after fupper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a fork'd radish, with a head fantastically carv'd upon it with a knife: he was 'fo forlorn, that his dimenfions to any thick fight were invifible: he was the very Genius of famine; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores call'd him-mandrake: he came ever in the rear-ward of the fashion; and fung thofe tunes to the over-fcutcht hufwives, that he heard the carmen whistle, and fware-they were his fancies, or his good-nights. And now is this vice's dagger become a fquire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had been fworn brother to him: and I'll be fworn he never faw him but once in the Tiltyard; and then he * burft his head, for crouding among the marshal's men. I faw it; and told John of Gaunt, he > beat his own name: for you might have trufs'd him, and all his apparel, into an eel-fkin; the cafe of a treble hautboy was a manfion for him, a court: and now hath he land and beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, if I return and it shall go hard, but I will make him a philofopher's two ftones to me: If the young dace be bait for the old pike, I fee no reafon, in the law of nature, but I may fnap at him. Let time thape, and there an

end.

Turnbull-freet ;]-a noted refort of whores and bullies.
fo forlorn,]-fuch a contemptible figure.
invincible, unattainable, out of the reach of.
over-fcutcht hufwices,]-flogged, carted whores.
fancies, or bis good-nights.]--light ditties, ferenades.
vice's dagger]—of lath.

* burst]-brake.

[Exeunt.

You will not pay for the glaffes you have burst." TAMING OF THE SHREW, Vol. II. p. 273. Hoft. • beat his own name:]—a person so flender, as might well bear that RICHARD II. Vol. III. p. 390. Gaum.

name.

2

a philofopher's two flones to me :]-as valuable as two of them.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I I.

A Foreft in Yorkshire.

Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings, and others.

York. What is this foreft call'd?

Haft. 'Tis Gualtree foreft, an't fhall please your grace. York. Here ftand, my lords; and fend discoverers forth, To know the numbers of our enemies.

Haft. We have fent forth already.
York. 'Tis well done.

My friends, and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you, that I have receiv'd
New-dated letters from Northumberland;

Their cold intent, tenour and fubftance, thus:—
Here doth he wifh his perfon, with fuch powers
As might hold fortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers,
That your attempts may over-live the hazard,
And fearful meeting of their oppofite.

Mowb. Thus do the hopes we had in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces.

Enter a Messenger.

Haft. Now, what news?

Meff. Weft of this foreft, fcarcely off a mile,

In goodly form comes on the enemy:

And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.

Mowb

Mowb. The juft proportion that we gave them out. Let us fway on, and face them in the field.

a

Enter Westmoreland.

York. What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
Mow. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland.
Weft. Health and fair greeting from our general,
The prince, lord John, and duke of Lancaster.
York. Say on, my lord of Weftmoreland, in peace;
What doth concern your coming?

Weft. Then, my lord,

Unto your grace do I in chief addrefs

The fubftance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in bafe and abject routs,

b

Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary;
I fay, if damn'd commotion fo appear'd,
In his true, native, and, moft proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here, to drefs the ugly form
Of base and bloody infurrection

With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,-
Whose fee is by a civil peace maintain'd;

d

Whose beard the filver hand of peace hath touch'd ;
Whofe learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd;

e

Whofe white investments figure innocence,

The dove and very bleffed fpirit of peace,

afway on,]-march, bend our steps; alluding to the wary figure of an army in motion.

• guarded web roge,]—ill guarded, under the wild control of paffion. Never anger

d

"Made good guard for itfelf."

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A& IV. S. 1. Mec.

a civil peace]- the folemn bonds of.

filver band of peace bath touch'd;]-peaceful age hath filver'd o'er. e white investments]-the rochet.

VOL. III.

Tt

Where

Wherefore do you fo ill tranflate yourself,

Out of the speech of peace, that bears fuch grace,
Into the harsh and boift'rous tongue of war?

Turning your books to 'greaves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

York. Wherefore do I this?-fo the question stands.
Briefly, to this end :-We are all difeas'd;
And, with our furfeiting, and wanton hours,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we muft bleed for it: of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being infected, dy'd.
But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a phyfician;
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,

Troop in the throngs of military men:
But, rather, fhew a while like fearful war,
To diet rank minds, fick of happiness;
And purge the obstructions, which begin to ftop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd

What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,

And find our griefs heavier than our offences.

We fee which way the ftream of time doth run,
And are enforc'd from our moft quiet fphere
By the rough torrent of occafion :

And have the fummary of all our griefs,
When time shall ferve, to fhew in articles;

Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king,

And might by no fuit gain our audience:

When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We are deny'd accefs unto his perfon

f greaves,]-armour for the legs;-graves ;-glaives-Swords-quit. Ang your ftudies for the purfuit of arms.