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SCENE III.-The same. Another room in the Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
palace. Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Which many a good tall' fellow had destroy'd Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, others.
He would himself have been a soldier. K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tem- This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, perate,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said; Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And, I beseech you, let not his report And you have found me; for, accordingly,
Come current for an accusation, You tread upon my patience: but, be sure,
Betwixt my love and your high majesty. I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition ;'
lord, Which hath been smooth as oil
, soft as young down, To such a person and in such a place,
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
What then he said, so he unsay it now. And that same greatness too which our own hands
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; Have holp to make so portly.
But with proviso, and exception, North. My lord,
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; danger
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd And disobedience in thine eye: 0, sir,
The lives of those that he did lead to fight Your presence is too bold and peremptory,
Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower ; And majesty might never yet endure
Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March The moody frontier” of a servant brow.
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears, (Exit Worcester.
When they have lost and forfeited themselves? You were about to speak.
[To North. No, on the barren mountains let him starve ; North.
Yea, my good lord.
For I shall never hold that man my friend, Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
To ransom home revolted Mortimer. Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
Hol. Revolted Mortimer! As is deliver'd to your majesty :
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, Either envy, therefore, or misprision
But by the chance of war ;-To prove that true, Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
Necds no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, But, I remember, when the fight was done,
When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,
In single opposition, hand to hand, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
He did confound the best part of an hour Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd,
In changing hardimentio with great Glendower : Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reapa, Three times they breath’d, and three times did they Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
drink, He was perfumed like a milliner;
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
Who then affrighted with their bloody looks, A pouncel-box, which ever and anon
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, He gave his nose, and took't away again ;
And hid his crisp'' head in the hollow bank Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants, Took it in snuff:-and still he smil?d, and talk'd; Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Never did bare and rotten policy
Nor never could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all willingly: Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. With many holiday and lady terms
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dos! He question'd me; among the rest demanded
belie him, My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
He never did encounter with Glendower;
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art not ashamed ? But, sirrah, henceforth Ile should, or he should not ;-for he made me mad, Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer: To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the As will displease you.-My lord Northumberland, mark!)
We license your departure with your son: And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ;
(Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train. And that it was great pity, so it was,
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, That villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
I will not send them :-I will afer straight, (1) Disposition. (2) Forehead.
(5) Parrot. (6) Pain. (7) Brave. (3) Ready assent.
(8) Sign an indenture. (9) Expend. (4) A small box for musk or other perfumes.
You start away,
And tell him so ; for I will ease my heart, And now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents North. What, drunk with choler ? stay, and I'll read vou matter deep and dangerous ; pause a while;
As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit, Here comes your uncle.
As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink or swim. Hot.
Speak of Mortimer ? Send danger from the east unto the west, Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul So honour cross it from the north to south, Want mercy, if I do not join with him :
And let them grapple ;-0! the blood more stirs, Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the dust, North. Imagination of some great exploit But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. As high i'the air as this unthankful king,
Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, As this ingrate' and canker'd Bolingbroke. To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon : North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew Or dive into the bottom of the deep, mad.
[To Worcester. Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, And when I urg'd the ransom once again
Without corrival,“ all her dignities : of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship !5 ind on my face he turn’d an eye of death,
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here. Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. But not the form of what he should attend.
Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd, Good cousin, give me audience for a while. By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ?
Hot. I cry you mercy. North. He was; I heard the proclamation :
Those same noble Scots, And then it was, when the unhappy king
That are your prisoners, Whose wrongs in us God pardon!) did set forth
I'll keep them all ; C'pon his Irish expedition ;
By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them : From whence he, intercepted, did return
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: To be depos'd, and shortly, murdered.
I'll keep them, by this hand. Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth
And lend no ear unto my purposes.Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.
Those prisoners you shall keep. Hol. But, soft, I pray you: Did king Richard
Nay, I will; that's flat:
He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer; Heir to the crown?
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
He did: myself did hear it. And in his ear, I'll holla-Mortimer !
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
To keep his anger still in motion. And, for his sake, wear the detested blot
Wor. Of murd'rous subornation,-shall it be,
Cousin, a word. That you a world of curses undergo;
Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,' Being the agents, or base second means,
Save how to gall and pinch this Boling broke: The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ?— And that same sword-and-bucklers' prince of 0, pardon me, that I descend so low,
Wales, To show the line, and the predicament,
But that I think his father loves him not, Wherein you range under this subtle king.–
And would be glad he met with some mischance, Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, That men of your nobility and power
When you are better temper'd to attend. Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
Norlh. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient As both of you, God pardon it! have done,
fool To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke? Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? And shall it, in more shame, be farther spoken,
Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off
with rods. By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ? Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Vo; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
In Richard's time,-What do you call the place ?-Into the good thoughts of the world again : A plague upon't !- it is in Gloucestershire;Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt,
'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept; of this proud king; who studies, day and night, His uncle York ;-where I first bowed my knee To answer all the debt he owes to you,
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. Therefore, I say,
North. At Berkley castle.
Hot. You say true :-
(2) The dog-rose. (7) Refuse. (3) Disdainful. (4) A rival. (5) Friendship (8) The term for a blustering quarrelsome fellow. 6) Shapes created bv his imagination.
(9) Mind, humour.
Why, what a candy' deal of courtesy
I'll be hanged : Charles' wain“ is over the new This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, Loc',-when his infant fortune came to age, ostler! Ana,-gentle Harry Percy, -and, kind cousin, Ost. (Within.) Anon, anon. 0, the devil take such cozeners ! -God forgive 1 Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put
a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. in the withers out of all cess.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again; We'll stay your leisure.
Enter another Carrier. Hot.
I have done, i'faith. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank' here as a Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades Deliver them up without their ransom straight, the bots :* this house is turned upside down, since And make the Douglas' son your only mean Robin ostler died. For powers in Scotland; which,-for divers reasons, i Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price Which I shall send you written,-be assur'd, of oats rose; it was the death of him. Will easily be granted.- You, my lord,
2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous house
[To Northumberland. in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
tench. Shall secretly into the bosom creep
1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er Of' that same noble prelate, well below'd, a king in Christendom could be better bit than I The archbishop.
have been since the first cock. Hot. Of York, is't not?
2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, Wor. True; who bears hard
and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamHis brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. ber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.io I speak not this in estimation,
i Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, As what I think might be, but what I know
come away. Is ruminated, plotted, and set down;
2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes And only stays but to behold the face
of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
i Car.' 'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
are quite starved.-What, ostler!-A plague on North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st thee hast thou never an eye in thy head i cansı slip.
not hear ? An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble tu break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. plot :
Come, and be hanged :-Hast no faith in thee ? And then the power of Scotland, and of York,To join with Mortimer, ha ?
Enter Gadshill. And so they shall. Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
1 Car. I think it be two o'clock. Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, Gads. I prythee, lend me thy lantern, to see To save our heads by raising of a head :3
my gelding in the stable. For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick The king will always think him in our debt; worth two of that, i'faith. And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thine. Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
2 Car. Av, when ? canst tell ?-Lend me thy And see already, how he doth begin
lantern, quoth-a ?-marry, I'll see thee hanged To make us strangers to his looks of love.
first. Hol. He does, he does ; we'll be reveng'd on Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to him.
come to London ? Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in this, 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, Than I by letters shall direct your course. I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll When time is ripe (which will be suddenly,) call up the gentlemen; they will along with comI'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer;
pany, for they have great charge. (Ere. Carriers. Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once Gads. What, ho! chamberlain ! (As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,
Cham. (Within.) At hand, quoth pick-purse." To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the Which now we hold at much uncertainty. chamberlain : for thou variest no more from pickin North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, of purses, than giving direction doth from labour I trust.
ing; thou lay'st the plot how. Hot. Uncle, adicu :-0, let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans, applaud our
Enter Chamberlain. sport!
(Exeunt. Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds.
current, that I told you yesternight: There's a
Cranklin' in the wild of Kent, hath brought three ACT II.
hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell SCENE 1.–Rochester. An inn-yard. Enter it to one of his company, last night at supper; a a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.
kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge
too, God knows what. They are up already, and i Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, call for eggs and butter: They will away presently. (1) Sugared. (2) Conjecture.
(9) Spotted like a tench. (3) A body of forces,
(10) A small fish supposed to breed fleas. 14) The constellation ursa major.
(11) A proverb, from the pick-purse being always (5) Name of his horse. (6) Measure. ready. 17) Wet.
Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicho-miles afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains las' clerks,' I'll give thee this neck.
know it well enough: A plague upon't, when Chann. No, l'îl none of it: I prythee keep that thieves cannot be true to one another ! (They whisfor the hangman; for, I know, thou worship’st de.) Whew !-A plague upon you all! Give me Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may. my horse, you rogues ; give me my horse, and be
Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? hanged. if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I P. Hen. Peace, ye sat-guts ! lie down; lay thine hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other the tread of travellers. Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for Fal. Have you any levers to list me up again, sport sake, are content to do the profession some being down ? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh grace; that would, if matters should be looked so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. I exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colti me am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, thus ? six-penny strikers ; none of these mad, mustachio, P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art purple-hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and uncolted. tranquility; burgomasters, and great oneyers ;) Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my such as can hold in: such as will strike sooner than horse; good king's son. speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner P. Hen. Out, you rogue ! shall I be your ostler ? than pray: And yet I lie ; for they pray continually Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent to their saint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not garters! if I be ta’en, I'll peach for this." An I pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy down on her, and make her their boots. * tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison : When a jest
Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? is so forward, and afoot too,--I hate it. will she hold out water in foul way?
Enter Gadshill. Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have
Gads. Stand. the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
Fal. So I do, against my will. Cham. Nay, by my faith ; I think you are more
Poins. 0, 'tís our setter : I know his voice. beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your
Enter Bardolph. walking invisible.
Bard. What news? Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a share
Gads. Case ye, case ye ; on with your visors ; in our purchase, as I am a true' man.
there's money of the king's coming down the hill; Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a 'tis going to the king's exchequer. false thief.
Fal. You lie, you rogue ; 'tis going to the king's Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all tavern. men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the Gads. There's enough to make us all. stable. Farewell, you muddy knuve. (Exeunt. Fal. To be hanged. SCENE II.-The road by Gadshill. Enter Prince
P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the Henry and Poins; Bardolph and Peto at some if they 'scape from your encounter, then they light
narrow lane; Ned Poins, and I, will walk lower: distance. Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have removed
Peto. How many be there of them ?
Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?
P. Hen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch?
Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandFal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged ! Poins!
father ; but yet no coward, Hal. P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; What a P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. brawling dost thou keep!
Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?
hedge; when thou needest him, there thou shalt P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; find him. Farewell, and stand fast. I'll go seek him. Pretends to seek Poins.
Fal. Now cannot' I strike him, if I should be Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thies’s com- hanged. pany: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ? him I know not where. If I travel but four foot]
Poins. Here, hard by ; stand close. by the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind.
(Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I’scape hanging for killing that rogue..!
Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole,'2 have forsworn his company hourly any time this say I; every man to his business. two and twenty years, and yet I'am bewitched
Enter Travellers. with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not I Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be horses down the hill : we'll walk afoot awhile, and hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medi- ease our legs. cines.- Poins !-Hal!-a plague upon you both! Thieves. Stand. Bardolph!-Peto!- I'll starve, ere I'll rob a foot Trav. Jesu bless us ! further. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink to Fal. Strike, down with them ; cut the villains' turn truelo man, and leave these rogues, I am the throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars ! bacon-fed veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eig! knaves! they hate us youth: down with em; yards of uneven ground, is threescore and ten fleece them. (1) Cant term for highwaymen.
(6) In what we acquire. (7) Honest. (2) Footpads. (3) Public accountants.
(8) Square. (9) Love-powder. '(10) Hone-s. 14) Booty. (5) Oiled, smoothed her over. (11) Make a voungster of me. (12) Portion
i Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours infidel! Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity for ever.
of lear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied' knaves; Are ye un-open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my. done ? No, ye fat chuffs ;: I would, your store self, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish on were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves 1 skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang young men must live: You are grand-jurors, are him ! let him tell the king: We are prepared: ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.
will set forward to-night.
Enter Lady Percy.
How now, Kate ? I must leave you within these P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men:
two hours. Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go mer Lady. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone ? rily to London, it would be argument for a week, For what offence have I, this fortnight, been laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Re-enter Thieves.
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then And start so often when thou sit'st alone ? to horse before day. An the prince and Poins be Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks ; not two
arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy duck.
In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd, P. Hen. Your money. (Rushing oul upon them. And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : Poins. Villians.
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; (As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set Cry, Courage !-o the field ! And thou hast talk'd
upon them. Falstaff, after a blow or lwo, or sallies, and retires; of trenches, lents,
, run away, leaving their booty Of palisadoes, frontiers, para pets;
or basilisks, of cannon, culverin;
And all the 'currents of a heady fight.
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,
these? SCENE III.-Warkworth. A room in the castle. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
Enter Hotspur, reading a leller. And I must know it, else he loves me not. -Bul, for mine own part, my lord, I could be Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone ? well contented to be there,'in respect of the love I
Enter Servant. beer your house.-He could be contented,-Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. house :-he shows in this, he loves his own barn Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the better than he loves our house. Let me see some sheriff?
The purpose you undertake, is dangerous ; Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought, even now, Why, that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? to sleep, to drink: but I tell you, my lord fool, out Serv. It is, my lord. of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Hol.
That roan shall be my throne. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous ; the Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperance !'friends you have named, uncertain ; the time itsels Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. (Er. Serv. unsorted; and your whole plot too light, for the Lady. But hear you, my lord. counterpoise of so great an opposition.-Say you so, Hot.
What say'st, my lady ? say you so ? say unto you again, you are a shal Lady. What is it carries you away? low, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack Hot.
My horse brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is a good plot My love, my horse. as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: Lady.
Out, you mad-headed ape! a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation : A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty- As you are loss'd with. In faith, spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York com- I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. mends the plot, and the general course of the I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir action. Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I About his title ; and hath sent for you, could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not To line® his enterprize: But if you go
uncle, and myself? lord Edmund So far be love. Is there not, besides, the Douglas ? Have I not all Directly to this question that I ask. their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, next month ? and are they not, some of them, set An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. forward already? What a pagan rascal is this ! an
Away, you trifler!-Love?-I love thee not, (1) Fat, corpulent. Clowns. 13) a subject. 4) Drops his fat. (7) Motto of the Percy family. (5) Uccurrences. (6) Drops.
(8) Strengthen. (9) Parrot.
. Come, come, you paraquito, la rewer me