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 Finfbury. Swear ine, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath, and leave infooth, And fuch proteft of pepper-ginger-bread, To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. Come, fing.
Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn taylor, or be RobinRed-breaft teacher: if the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours: and fo come in, when will. 1:Exit. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer, you are as flow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.
By this our book is drawn: we will but feal
And then to horse immediately.
Mort. With all my heart.
Changes to the Prefence-chamber in Windfor..
Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others.
K. Henry. LORDS, give us leave; the Prince
Must have some private conference: but be near, For we fhall presently have need of you.-
I know not, whether God will have it fo, For fome difpleafing service I have done; That, in his fecret doom, out of my blood He breeds revengement and a fcourge for me: But thou doft in thy paffages of life Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n, To punish my mif-treadings. Tell me else, Could fuch inordinate and low defires,
Such poor, fuch bafe, fuch lewd, fuch mean attaints, Such barren pleasures, rude fociety,
As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart? P. Henry. So please your Majefly, I with, I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse, As well, as, I am doubtless, I can purge Myfelf of many I am charg'd with al. Yet fuch extenuation let me beg,
As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,
Which oft the ear of Greatnefs needs must hear, By fmiling pick-thanks and bafe news-mongers; I may for fome things true (wherein my youth Hath faulty wander'd, and irregular)
Find pardon on my true fubmiffion.
K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thee: yet let me won- der, Harry,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing Quite from the flight of all thy Ancestors. Thy place in council thou haft rudely lost, Which by thy younger brother is fupply'd; And art almoft an alien to the hearts Of all the Court and Princes of my blood. The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd, and the foul of every man Prophetically does fore-think thy Fall. Had I fo lavish of my prefence been, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, So ftale and cheap to vulgar company; Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Had ftill kept loyal to poffeffion; And left me in reputelefs banishment, A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.. But being feldom seen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at! That men would tell their children, this is he. Others would fay, where? which is Bolingbroke? And then I ftole all courtesy from heav'n, And dreft myfelf in much humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud fhouts and falutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned King. Thus I did keep my person fresh and new, My prefence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er feen, but wonder'd at; and fo my State, Seldom, but fumptuous, fhewed like a feast, And won, by rareness, fuch folemnity. The skipping King, he ambled up and down With fhallow jesters, and rafh bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and foon burnt; *'fcarded his State, Mingled his Royalty with carping fools;
Had his great name profaned with their fcorns; And gave his countenance, against his name, To laugh with gybing boys, and ftand the pufh Of every beardless, vain comparative: Grew a companion to the common streets, Enfeoff'd himself to popularity:
That, being daily fwallow'd by men's eyes, They furfeited with honey, and began
To loath the tafte of fweetnefs; whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So when he had occafion to be feen, He was but, as the Cuckow is in June, Heard, not regarded; feen, but with fuch eyes, As, fick and blunted with community, Afford no extraordinary gaze; Such as is bent on fun-like Majefty,
carded his State;] Richard is here reprefented as laying afide his Royalty, and mixing himself with common Jefters. This will lead us to the true reading, which should be thus,
i. e. discarded, threw off.
When it shines feldom in admiring eyes; But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids, down, Slept in his face, and render'd fuch aspect As cloudy men ufe to their adverfaries, Being with his prefence glutted, gorg'd and full. And in that very line, Harry, ftand'st thou; For thou haft loft thy Princely privilege With vile participation. Not an eye, But is a-weary of thy common fight,
Save mine, which hath defir'd to see thee more: Which now doth, what I would not have it do, Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
P. Henry. I fhall hear after, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more myself.
K. Henry. For all the world,
As thou art at this hour was Richard then, When I from France fet foot at Ravenfpurg; And ev'n as I was then, is Percy now. Now by my fceptre, and my foul to boot, He hath more worthy interest to the State, Than thou, the fhadow of fucceffion!
For, of no Right, nor colour like to Right, He doth fill fields with harness; in the Realm Turns head against the Lion's armed jaws; And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Leads ancient lords and rev'rend bishops on, To bloody battles, and to bruifing arms. What never dying honour hath he got Against renowned Dowglas, whofe high deeds, Whofe hot excursions, and great name in arms, Holds from all foldiers chief majority,
And military Title capital,
Through all the Kingdoms that acknowledge Chrift. Thrice hath this Hot-fpur, Mars in fwathing-clothes, This infant warrior, in his enterprises, Discomfited great Dowglas, ta'en him once, Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
And shake the peace and fafety of our Throne. And what fay you to this? Percy, Northumberland, Th' Archbishop's Grace of York, Dowglas, and Mortimer, Capitulate against us, and are up.
But wherefore do I tell this news to thee? Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my near'st and dearest enemy? Thou that art like enough, through vaffal fear, Base inclination, and the start of spleen, To fight againft me under Percy's pay; To dog his heels, ad curtfy at his frowns, To fhow how much thou art degenerate..
P. Henry. Do not think fo, you fhall not find it fo: And heav'n forgive them, that so much have sway'd Your Majefty's good thoughts away from me! I will redeem all this on Percy's head. And in the clofing of fome glorious day, Be bold to tell you, that I am your son. When I will wear a garment all of blood, And ftain my favour in a bloody mask, Which, wash'd away, fhall fcowr my fhame with it. And that shall be the day, when.e'er it lights, That this fame child of honour and renown, This gallant Hot-fpur, this all-praised Knight, And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet. For every honour fitting on his helm,
'Would they were multitudes, and on my head My fhames redoubled! for the time will come, That I fhall make this northern Youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities. Percy is but my factor, good my lord, T'engrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf: And I will call him to fo ftrict account, That he shall render every glory up, Yea, even the flighteft worship of his time, Or I will tear the reck'ning from his heart. This in the name of heav'n I promise here: The which, if I perform, and do furvive, I do befeech your Majefty, may falve
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