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Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
On unreprievable condemned blood.
Faul. O, I am scalded with my violent motion,
K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye:
Faul. The dauphin is preparing hitherward;
Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him:
[The KING dies.
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear.
Faul. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind,
And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres,
Where be your powers? Show now your mended faiths ;
And instantly return with me again,
To push destruction, and perpetual shame,
Out of the weak door of our fainting land:
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought;
The dauphin rages at our very heels.
Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we:
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
Who half an hour since came from the dauphin;
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
Faul. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince,
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd;
Thither shall it then.
And happily may your sweet self put on
And true subjection everlastingly.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
To rest without a spot for evermore.
P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks,
And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Faul. O, let us pay the time but needful woe,
Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.-
But when it first did help to wound itself.
And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue,
KING HENRY IV.
The chronicles of Hollingshed and Stowe, appear to have been the sources from which Shakspeare drew the materials for constructing his series of English Historical Plays, adding, however, characters and incidents from his own teeming imagination, and heightening the real personages he introduces, with all the vivid touches of his excelling skill.
In the first and second parts of Henry IV, appears that marvel of his creative genius, Falstaff,-who is aptly made the leader of the dissolute set of profligates which surrounded the young Prince, afterwards Henry V. An isolated extract could not do justice to this inimitable creation; we have, therefore, preferred to confine our selections to the historical incidents of the Play. "The transactions contained in it are comprised within the period of about ten months. The action commences with the news brought of Hotspur having defeated the Scots under Archibald earl of Douglas, at Holmedon (or Halidown-hill), which battle was fought on Holyrood day (the 14th of September), 1402; and it closes with the defeat and death of Hotspur at Shrewsbury; which engagement happened on Saturday the 21st of July (the eve of Saint Mary Magdalen), in the year 1403."
Lady PERCY, wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer.
Lady MORTIMER, daughter to Glendower, and wife to Mortimer
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, Two Carriers,
King Henry sends for Hotspur, to give an account of his conduct at the Battle of Holmedon.
SCENE.-London, a Room in the Palace.
Enter KING HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and others.
K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
And you have found me; for, accordingly,
Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.
Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
And that same greatness too which our own hands
North. My lord,
K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see danger
And disobedience in thine eye: Ö, sir,
Your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure
You have good leave to leave us; when we need
You were about to speak.
Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Either envy, therefore, or misprision
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But, I remember, when the fight was done,
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
He gave his nose, and took't away again ;-
He call'd them-untaught knaves, unmannerly,
He question'd me; among the rest, demanded
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ;
He should, or he should not;-for he made me mad,
And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
And that it was great pity, so it was,
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
To such a person, and in such a place,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners;