While his moft mighty Father, on a hill, Ely. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, Exe. Your brother Kings and Monarchs of the earth Weft. They know, your Grace hath caufe; and means and might (4) So hath your Highness; never King of England Cant. O, let their bodies follow, my dear Liege, With blood and fword, and fire, to win your right: In aid whereof, we of the Spiritualty Will raise your Highness fuch a mighty fum, Bring in to any of your ancestors. K. Henry. We must not only arm t'invade the French, But lay down our proportions to defend Against the Scot, who will make road upon us (4) They know your Grace hath cause, and means and might ; So hath your highness, never King of England Had Nobles richer, -] Thus has this Speech hitherto been moft ftupidly pointed, without any regard to common Sense, As I have regulated it, we fee the Poet's Drift, and come at an eafy and natural Reasoning. Cant. Cant. They of thofe Marches, gracious Sovereign, Shall be a wall fufficient to defend Our Inland from the pilfering borderers. K. Henry. We do not mean the courfing fnatchers only, But fear the main intendment of the Scot, Who hath been ftill a giddy neighbour to us: Hath fhook, and trembled, at th' ill neighbourhood. Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my Liege; For hear her but exampled by her felf; When all her chivalry hath been in France, The King of Scots; whom he did fend to France, As is the ouzy bottom of the Sea With funken wreck and fumless treafuries. Ely. But there's a faying very old and true, If that you will France win, then with Scotland firft begin, For once the Eagle England being in prey, To her unguarded neft the Weazel, Scot, Comes fneaking, and fo fucks her princely eggs; To taint, and havock, more than fhe can eat. (5) (s) To tear and havock more than she can eat.] 'Tis not much the Quality of the Moufe to tear the Food it comes at, but to run over and defile it. The old 4to reads, Spoile; and the two first folio's, tame: from which laft corrupted Word, I think, I have retriev'd the Poet's genuine Reading, taint. Exe. It follows then, the Cat muft ftay at home, Since we have locks to fafeguard neceffaries, Cant. Therefore heaven doth divide The finging mafon building roofs of gold; The lazy yawning drone. I this infer, (6) Tet that is but a curs'd Neceffity;) So the old 4to. The folio's read crush'd: Neither of the Words convey any tolerable Idea; but give us a counter-reafoning, and not at all pertinent. 'Tis Exeter's business to fhew, there is no real Necef fity for staying at home: he must therefore mean, that tho' there be a feeming Neceffity, yet it is one that may be well excus'd and got over. Mr. Warburton. Te To one confent, may work contrariously : Come to one mark as many ways meet in one town; As many lines clofe in the dial's center; K. Henry. Call in the meffengers, fent from the Now are we well refolv'd; and by God's help O'er France, and all her almoft kingly Dukedoms; Tomblefs, with no remembrance over them. Speak freely of our acts; elfe our grave, Like Turkish mute, fhall have a tonguelefs mouth; Enter Ambaffadors of France. Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure K. Henry. We are no tyrant, but a christian King, Unto whofe grace our paffion is as fubject, As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons : Amb. Thus then, in few. Your Highness, lately fending into France, You cannot revel into Dukedoms there: Defires you, let the Dukedoms, that you claim, Exe. Tennis-balls, my Liege. K. Henry. We're glad, the Dauphin is fo pleasant with us. His prefent, and your pains, we thank you for. When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, We will in France, by God's grace, play a fet, Shall ftrike his father's Crown into the hazard. 'Tell him, h'ath made a match with fuch a wrangler, That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd With chaces. And we understand him well, How he comes o'er us with our wilder days Not measuring, what use we made of them. We never valu'd this poor feat of England, And therefore, living hence, did give our felf To barb'rous licence; as 'tis ever common, That men are merrieft, when they are from home. But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my State, Be like a King, and fhew my fail of Greatness; When I do rowze me in my throne of France. For that I have laid by my Majefty, And plodded like a man for working days; But I will rife there with fo full a glory, That I will dazzle all the eyes of France; Yea, ftrike the Dauphin blind to look on us. And |