And all the courses of my life do fhew That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland, And bring him out, that is but woman's fon, HOT. I think there is no man speaks better Welch. GLEN. I can speak English, Lord, as well as you, For I was train'd up in the English court: Where, being young, I framed to the harp And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; Hor. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart; I'd rather be a kitten, and cry mew! I'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd, 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a fhuffling nag.— GLEN. Why, 1 can teach thee to command the devil. ९० CHAP. XV. HOTSPUR READING A LETTER. BUT UT for my own part, my Lord, I could be well " contented to be there in respect of the love I bear your " houfe." He could be contented to be there; why is he not then? "In respect of the love he bears our house!" He fhews in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our houfe. Let me fee fome more. "The purpofe you undertake is dangerous." Why, that is certain: it is dangerous to take a cold, to fleep, to drink: but I tell you, my Lord fool, out of this nettle danger we pluck this flower fafety. "The purpose you undertake is dan66 gerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time "itself unforted, and your whole plot too light for the counterpoife of fo great an oppofition" Say you so! fay you fo! I fay unto you again, you are a fhallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and conftant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frofty-fpirited rogue this is? Why, my Lord of York commends the plot, and the general courfe of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his Lady's fan. Are there not my fa ther, my uncle, and myself, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, befides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of next month? and are there not fome of them fet forward already? What a Pagan rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you fhall fee now, in very fincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving fuch a dish of skimmed milk with fo honourable an action. Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared, I will fet forward to-night. SHAKESPEARE, CHAP. XVI. HENRY IV'S SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. How many thousands of my poorest subjects Why rather, Sleep, lay'ft thou in fmoky cribs, And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber; And lull'd with founds of sweetest melody? O thou dull God, why lay'ft thou with the vile Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy maft, And in the vifitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monftrous heads, and hanging them Deny it to a king? Then, happy lowly clown; SHAKESPEARE. CHAP. XVII. HENRY IV. AND PRINCE HENRY. P. HEN. I NEVER thought to hear you speak again. K. HENRY. Thy with was father, Harry, to that thought. I ftay too long by thee, I weary thee. Doft thou fo hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs inveft thee with my honours, Is held from falling with fo weak a wind,! That it will quickly drop; my day is dim.. Thy life did manifeft, thou lov'dft me not; Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, What! canft thou not forbear me half an hour? Only compound me with forgotten duft, For now a time is come to mock at form; Down, Royal state! All you fage counsellors, hence! And And to the English court affemble now, From ev'ry region, apes of idleness: Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your fcum ; Have you a ruffian that will fwear? drink? dance? murder and commit Revel the night ? rob The oldeft fins the newest kind of ways? Be happy, he will trouble you no more; O, thou wilt be a wilderness again, P. HENRY. O pardon me, my Liege! but for my tears (The moift impediments unto my speech) I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, Ere you with grief had fpoke, and I had heard The course of it so far. There is your crown ; I spake |