But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Worse than a smoaky house. I'd rather live Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; In ftrange concealments; valiant as a Lion; As Mines of India: fhall I tell you, coufin? Might fo have. tempted him as you have done, Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame, You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault; Beguiling them of commendation. Hot. Well, I am fchool'd: good manners be your speed! Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Enter Glendower, with the ladies. Mort. This is the deadly fpight that angers me, My wife can fpeak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps, fhe will not part with you, She'll She'll be a foldier too, fhe'll to the wars. [Glendower Speaks to her in Welfh, and he an- Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevish felf-will'd harlotry, That no perfuafion can do good upon. [Lady Speaks in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh, Which thou pow'r'ft down from thofe two fwelling heavens, I am too perfect in and, but for shame, In fuch a parly fhould I anfwer thee. [The Lady again in Welsh. I understand thy kiffes, and thou mine; But I will never be a truant, love, 'Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue Makes Welf as fweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair Queen in a fummer's bower, With ravishing divifion to her lute. Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she run mad. [The Lady Speaks again in Welsh. Mort. O, I am Ignorance itself in this. All on the wanton rushes lay you down, Mort. With all my heart I'll fit, and hear her fing: And thofe muficians, that fhall play to you Yet Yet ftrait they fhall be here; fit, and attend. Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap. Lad Go, ye giddy goofe. [The mufick plays. Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh, and 'tis no marvel, he is fo humourous: by'r lady, he's a good mufician. Lady. Then would you be nothing but mufical, for you are altogether govern'd by humours: lie ftill, ye thief, and hear the lady fing in Welb.. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Lady. Would't have thy head broken? Hot. No. Lady. Then be still. Hot. Neither, 'tis a woman's fault. Lady. Now God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Lady. What's that? Hot. Peace, the fings. Here the Lady fings a Welsh song. Come, I'll have your fong too. Lady. Not mine in good footh. Hot. Not yours, in good footh! you fwear like a comfit-maker's wife; not you, in good footh; and, as true as I live; and, as God fhall mend me; and, as fure as day and giveft fuch farcenet furety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk'd'ft further than Finsbury. Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath, and leave infooth, Lady. I will not fing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be RobinRed-breaft teacher: if the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours: and so come in, when ye will. [Exit. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer, you are as flow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. By By this our book is drawn: we will but seal, and then to horfe immediately. Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Prefence-chamber in Windfor. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others. K. Henry. LORDS, give us leave; the Prince of I Must have some private conference: but be near, [Exeunt Lords. I know not, whether God will have it fo, Such poor, fuch bafe, fuch lewd, fuch mean attempts, As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, Accompany the greatness of thy blood, And hold their level with thy princely heart? As well, as, I am doubtless, I can purge Which oft the ear of Greatnefs needs must hear, Find pardon on my true fubmiffion. K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thee: yet let me wonder, Harry, At At thy affections, which do hold a wing That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Ne'er feen, but wonder'd at; and fo my State, VOL. IV. G That, |