'Working fo grofsly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didft bring in
Wonder, to wait on treason, and on murder :
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so prepofterously,
He hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
For other devils, that fuggeft by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation

With patches, colours, and with forms 'being fetch'd
From gliftering femblances of piety;

But he that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,

Gave thee no "instance why thou should'st do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.

If that fame dæmon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vafty Tartar back,

e

And tell the legions-I can never win
A foul fo eafy as that Englishman's.

Oh, how 'haft thou with jealousy infected

The sweetness of affiance! Shew men dutiful}
Why, fo didft thou: Seem they grave and learned?
Why, fo didft thou: Come they of noble family?
Why, fo didft thou: Seem they religious?
Why, fo didft thou: Or are they spare in diet;
Free from grofs paffion, or of mirth, or anger;

• Working fo grofsly, &c.]-fo apparently, from fome motive, that nature, if it doth not altogether justify, will at least palliate, fuch as felf-prefervation, or revenge,

the voice in bell for excellence:]-the first character, the pre-
fuggeft by treafons,]-make treafon the object

eminence.

of their folicitations.

a

being fetch'd, &c.]-of which religion furnishes the pretext.
• temper'd]-moulded, formed-tempted.

inftance]-caufe, countenance from precedent.
Tartar-Tartarus, hell.

fbaft thou]-hath thy example.
Conftant

Conftant in fpirit, not fwerving with the blood;
Garnish'd and deck'd in "modeft complement;
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither?
Such, and fo finely 'boulted, didft thou seem :
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, the best endu❜d,
With fome fufpicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.

Their faults are open,

Arreft them to the answer of the law;

And God acquit them of their practices!

Exe. I arreft thee of high treafon, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arreft thee of high treafon, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham.

I arreft thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland.

Scroop. Our purposes God juftly hath difcover'd; And I repent my fault, more than my death; Which I beseech your highness to forgive,

Although my body pay the price of it.

Cam. 'For me, the gold of France did not feduce;

fwerving with the blood;]-the flave of paffion.

Ꮒ modeft compliment, &c.]-with decent accomplishments poffeffed without any oftentatious difplay; not influenced merely by external appearance, without further information or enquiry, and till after a thorough investigation, trufting no man. i boulted,]-fifted, fo highly polifh'd. full fraught]-complete, perfect.

For me, the gold of France did not feduce ;]-As for me, money was not my primary inducement. Holinfhed, p. 549, obferves from Hall, that "diverfe write that Richard earle of Cambridge did not conspire with the Lord Scroope and Thomas Graie for the murthering of king Henrie to please the French king withall, but only to the intent to exalt to the crowne his brother-in-law Edmunde E. of March as heir to Lionell duke of Clarence: after the death of which earle of March, for diverfe fecret impediments not able to have issue, the E. of Cambridge was fure that the crowne fhould come to him by his wife, Mortimer's fifter, and to his children of ber begotten.

Although

Although I did admit it as a motive,
The fooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
- Which 1 in fufferance heartily will rejoice,
Befeeching God, and you, to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize :

My fault, but not my body, pardon, fovereign.

K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.

You have confpir'd against our royal perfon,

Join'd with an enemy proclaimed, and from his coffers
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have fold your king to flaughter,
His princes and his peers to fervitude,

His fubjects to oppreffion and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto defolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's fafety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three fought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miferable wretches, to your death:
The tafte whereof, God, of his mercy, give you

Patience to endure, and true repentance

n

Of all your dear offences !-Bear them hence. [Exeunt. Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof

Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.

We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;

Since God fo graciously hath brought to light

Which I in fufferance]-At which, when I come to fuffer, I fhall.

dear]-heinous.

VOL. IV.

D

This

This dangerous treafon, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed in our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puiffance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.

Chearly to fea; the figns of war advance:

No king of England, if not king of France.

[Exeunt.

Quickly's houfe in Eaftcheap.

Enter Pistol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Quickly. Quickly. Pr'ythee, honey-fweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yern.

Bardolph, be blith ;-Nym, roufe thy vaunting veins;
Bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yern therefore.

Bard. Would, I were with him, wherefome'er he is, either in heaven, or in hell!

P

Quick. Nay, fure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bofom, if ever man went to Arthur's bofom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any 'chrifom'd child; 'a parted even juft between twelve and one, e'en 'at turning o'the tide for after I faw him 'fumble with

Boy, brifle.

P Artbur's-Abraham's. ¶ finer end,]—final-"be made a good end."

HAMLET, A& IV. S. 5. Oph. cbrifom'd child;]-chriftome-like an infant newly baptiz'd-the Chrisom was a white garment worn at baptifm.

at turning o'the tide :]-it was an old opinion that none died but at the time of ebb. fumble]-a common token of approaching

death.

t

the

the fheets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew "there was but one way; for his nose was as fharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth 1: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a fhould not think of God; I hop'd, there was no need to trouble himself with any fuch thoughts yet: So 'a bade me lay more cloaths on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and fo upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

Nym. They fay, he cried out of fack.

Quick. Ay, that a' did.

Bard. And of women.

Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and faid, they were devils incar

nate.

Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never lik'd.

Boy. 'A faid once, the devil would have him about wo

men.

Quick. 'A did in fome fort, indeed, handle women: but then he was "rheumatic; and talk'd of the whore of Babylon.

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a faw a flea ftick upon Bardolph's nofe; and 'a faid, it was a black foul burning in hell-fire?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his fervice.

"there was but one way;]-that his time was come; 'twas all over with him. "a babbled]—he raved.—And a table of green fields; and as green as grafs. rbeumatic;]-lunatic, delirious.