Sivut kuvina

And from the couinion'st creature pluck a glove

And wear It as a favour; and with that
He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.

Holing. As dissolute as desperate; yet through both 1 sec some spaikles of a better hope. Which elder days may happily bring forth. But who comes here )

Enter AuMSRLBt hastily.

Aum. Where is the king f Hoting, What means Our cousiu, that he stares and looks so wildly f Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech your majesty. To have some conference with your grace alone. Holing. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.—

[Exeunt Psrcy and Lords.
What is the matter with our cousin now 1
Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the
earth, [Kneels.
My ton?tie cleave to my roof within my mouth,
Unless a pardon, ere 1 rise or speak,
Botlng. Intended or committed, was this
fault \

If but the first, how heinous ere it be,
To win thy after-love, 1 pardon thee.
Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn
the key,

That no man enter till my tale be done.
Holing. Have thy desire.

[AuMBRLR locks the dOOT.

York. [Within.} My liege, beware; look to thyself;

Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.
Baling. Villain, I'll make thee sale.

I Drawing.

Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand; Thou hast no cause to fear.

York. [ Within.} Opeu the door, secure, foolhardy king: Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face I Open the door, or I will break it open.

[bolingbroki opens the door.

Enter York.

Boling. What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us bow near Is danger. That we may arm us to encounter It.

York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know

The treason that my haste forbids me show.
Aum. Remember, as thou read's!, thy pro-
mise past:
I do repent me ; read not my name there,
My heart Is not confederate with my hand.
York. Twas, villain, ere tby hand did set ft

I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king:
Fear, and not love, begets bis penitence:
Forget to pity him, leBt thy pity prove
A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.
Botlng. O heinous, strong, and bold conspi-
racy !—

O royal father of a treacherous son I
Thou sheer, * immaculate, and silver fountain,
From whence this stream through muddy pas-

Hath held bis current, and deftl'd himself 1
Thy overflow of good converts to bad;
And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
This deadly blot in thy digressing t son.

York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd;

And be shall spend mine honour with bis shame,

As thriftless sons their sciaping fathers' gold. Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, Or my sbam'd life in his dishonour lies:

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Thou kill's! me in bis life; giving him breath. The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Duch. {Within.} What ho, my liege I Cot

God's sake let me in. Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes

this eager cry 7 Duch. A woman, aud thine aunt, great king, 'tis I.

Speak with me, pity me, open the door ■
A beggar begs, that never be^g'd before.
Boling. our scene is alter'd,—from a serious

And now chang'd to The Beggar and the

My dangerous cousin, let your mother in;
I know she's come to pray for your foul sin.

York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray. More sins, fur this forgiveness, prosper may. This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rests sound; This, let alone, will all the rest confound.

Enter Duchess. Duch. O king, believe not this faard-beartcd man;

Love, loving not Itself, none other can. York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make t here f Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear! Duch. Sweet York, be patient: Hear me, gentle liege. [Kneels. Boling. Rise up, good annt, Duch. Not yet, I thee beseech: For ever will 1 kneel upon my knees, And never see day that the happy sees. Till thou give joy ; until thou bid me joy. By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy. Aum. Unto my mother's prayers, I bend my knee. [Kneels. York. Against them both, my true joints bended be. [Kneels. Ill may'st tbou thrive, if thou grant any grace! Duch. Pleads be in earnest t look upon his face;

His eyes do drop no tears, bis prayers are in


His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast:

He prays but faintly, and would be denied; We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside:

His weary joints would gladly rise, I know;
Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they

His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;
Out's of true zeal and deep integrity.
Our prayers do out-pray bis; then let them

That mercy, which true prayers ought to have.

Boling. Good aunt, stand up.

Duch. Nay, do not say—stand up; But, pardon, first; and afterwards stand up. And if I were thy nurse, tby tongue to ttach, Pardon should be the first word of thy speech. I never long'd to bear a word till now; Say pardon, king; let pity teach thee how: The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like pardon, for kings' mouths so meet.

York. Speak It in French, king; say, pardonne% moy. X

Duch. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy;

Ah I my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord,
That set'st the word itself against the word t—
Speak, pardon, as 'tis current in our land;
The chopping French we do not understand.
Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue

Or, In tby piteous heart plant thou thine ear; That, bearing, bow our plaiuts and prayers do pierce.

Pity may move thee, pardon to rehearse.

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t Do. I Excuse mo.

Ouch. 1 do not Bite to stand, Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. Boling. I pardou him, as God shall pardon ine.

Ditch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! Yet am 1 sick for fear t speak It again; Twice saving pardon, doth not pardou twain. But myke* one pardon strong.

doling. With all my heart I pardon him.

Vuch. A god on earth thou art.

Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,— and the abbot. With all the rest of that consorted crew,— Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.—

Good uncle, help to order several powers •
To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are:
They shall not live within this world, I swear,
But I will have them, if 1 once know where.
Uncle, farewell,—and cousin too, adieu:
Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you

Duck. Come, my old sou :—I pray God make thee new. [Exeunt.


Enter Exton, and a Sbrvakt.

Exton. Did'st thou not mark the king, what words be spake f Have I no friend will rid me of this living

fear t Was it not so f Serv. Those were his very words. Exton. Have I no friend? quoth be: he spake it twice, Aud urg'd it twice together; did he Dot f Serv. He did.

Exton. Aud, speaking it, he wistfully look'd on me;

As who should say,—I would thou wert the man

That would divorce this terror from my heart; Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's K";

I am the kiug's friend, and will rid his foe.


SCENE V.—Potnfret.—The Dungeon of the Castle.

Enter King Richard. AT. Rich. I have been studying how I may compare

This prison where I live, unto the world:
And, for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but m> •< If,
1 cannot do it;—Yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul;
My snul, the father: and these two beget
A generation of st 11 l-brceding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little
world ; f

In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better

As thoughts of things divine,—are Intermix'd
With scruples, and do set the word itself
Against the word :;

As thus,—Ooine little ones; and then again,—
Jt is as hard to come, as for a camel
To thread the postern % of a needle's eye*
Thought tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders: how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls;
And, for tbey cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to coutent, flatter them-

That tbey are not the first of fortune's slaves.

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Nor shall not be tbe latt; like silly beggars,
Who, sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,—
That many nave, and others must sit there:
Aud in this thought they find a kind of ease.
Bearing their own misfortune on the back
Of such as have before eudur'd the like,
Thus play 1, in one person, matiy people,
And none contented: Sometimes am I king;
Theu treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: Then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I kiug'd again: and, by-aud-by,
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
Aud straight am nothing :—But, whale'er I am,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is.
With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd
With being nothing.—Music do I heart


Ha, ba I keep time:—How sour sweet music Is,

When time is broke, and no proportion kept I
So is It in the music of men's lives.
Aud here bave I the daintiness of ear.
To check time broke in a disorder^ string;
But for the concord of my state aud time.
Had not an ear to hear my true lime broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
For now hath time made me bis uumb'riiig

My thoughts are minutes; aud, with sighs,
they jar • [watch.
Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now, Sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is.
Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my a

Which is the bell: So sigbs, and tears, and
groans, [time
Show minutes, times, and hours:— but my
Huns posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, Is Jack o'lbe clock, t
This music mads me, let it sound no more;
For, though it have holpe madmen to their

In me, it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me I
For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch; in this all-l

Enter Groom. Groom. Hail, royal prince I A. Rich. Thauks, noble peer; Tbe cheapest of us is teu groats too dear. What art thou i and how comest thou hither, Where no man never comes, but tbat sad dot; That brings me food, to make misfortune live f Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,

When thou wert king; who, travelling towards

With murb ado, at length have gotten leave
To look upou my sometimes % master's face.
Ob I how it yearu'd my heart, when I beheld.
In London streets, that coronation day,
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary I
The horse, that thou so often hast bedrid;
That horse, that I so carefully have dress'd I

K. Rich. Kode he on Barbary t Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him t

Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd tbe ground.

K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back I

That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;

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that proud

Forgiveness, horse 1 why do I rail on thee,
Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
Was bom to bear T I was not made a horse;
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Spur-gall'd, and tir'd, by jaunciag * Boling-

Enter Keeper, with a Dish.

Keep. Fellow, give place; here is uo longer stay.

[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, *tis time thou Wert away.

Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my
heart shall say. [Exit.
Keep. My lord, wilft please you (o fall tot
A . Itich. Tasic of it drat, as thou art wont to

Keep. My lord, I dare not; Sir Pierce of
Eaton, who

Lately came from the king, commands the contrary.

A*. Bich. The devil lake Heury of Lancaster, and thee I

Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.

[Heats the Keeper

Keep. Help, help, help 1

Enter Exton, and Servant*, armed* K. Hich. How now? what means death in this rude assault 1 Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.

[Snatching a weapon and killing one. Go tbon, aud fill another room in hell.

[He kills another, then Exton strikes him down.

Thai band shall bum in never-queuching tire,

That staffers thus my person.—Exton, thy fierce hand

Hath with the king's blood staiu'd the king's own laud. [high;

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on

Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here Iodic. [Vies. Fa ton. An full of valour, as of royal blood:

Roth have I spilt i ° would the deed were good I

For now the devil, that told me 1 did well,
Says that this died is chronicled iu hell.
Tbu dead king to the living king I'll bear j—
lake hence the rest, aud give them burial here.


> Loudon sent Spencer, Blunt,

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The next news is I have h
The heads of Salibsury,

The manner of their taking may appear
At large discoursed iu this paper here.

[Presenting a paper. Holing. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;

And to thy worth will add right woithy gains.
Enter Fitxwatk*.
Fit*. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to

The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely;
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors.
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not he

Right noble is thy meiit, well I wot.
Enter Pebct, with the Bishop of
Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West'

With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy,
Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
But here is Cat lisle living to abide
Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.

Holing. Carlisle, this is your doom:— Choose out some secret place, some reverend room.

More than thou hast, aud with it joy thy life; So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free Item strife;

For though mine enemy thou hast ever been.
High spatks of honour iu thee have I seen.

Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a


Exton. Great king, within this coffin

Thy buried fear : herein all breathless lies
The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.
Baling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou
hast wrought
A deed of slander with thy fatal hand,
Upon my head, and all this famous land.
Exton. From your own mouth, my loid, did
I this deed.

Boling. They love not poison i hat do poison need,

Nor do I thee ; though 1 did wish hint dead, 1 hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take tbou for thy hhour,

But neither my good .word, nor princely favour:

With Cain go wander tlrough the shade of night,

And never show thy head by day nor light.—
Lords, 1 protest my soul is full of woe,
That blood should sprinkle ine, to make me

Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,
And put on sullen black incontinent ; *
I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,
To wrath th is blood off fi om my guilty

March sadly after; grace my mournings here,

In weeping after this untimely bier


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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. BHAKSPEARE wrote thli dramatic hiitory about the year 1597, founding it upoo six old playa previously published. The action commincti with Hotspur'* defeat or the Scott at Halidown Mill, Sep. 14, 1402 ; and closes with lha defeat and death of that leader at Shrewsbury, July 21,1403. None of Shakipeare'a plajra arc perhaps so frequently read, Bj ihii and the one which succeeds it i bat the want of ladtea, and matter to intcreit females, liea so heavily upon it, that even with an excellent Falstaff, it can only cnjny occasional Ufa upon tLa atage. The speeches of King Henry, though clothed in a fine, stately, and nervous diction, are much too long i and a deal of the humour, sparkling as it ii, cannot be heard without a falueh. The scene of the car* Tiers la grossly indecent, and to very low, that it might be rejected without the slightest injury to the piece. The choleric Hotspur, and the mad-cap Prince of Wales, nre, however, charming portraits; great, original, and just i exhibiting the ntceat duccrnment in the character of mankind, and presenting a moral of very general application. But the subtle roguery of Falstaff---hit laughable soliloquies— hie whimsical investigation, —and his Invincible assumption—(the richer and more ludicroui when opposed to hli ineakingcowardice) ar« etrokes of dramatic genius which rtuder this 4 fat old man' the leading attraction of the play i and though bis »ractcr it vicious in every respect, ho is furnished with io much wit, as to be almost too great a favourite.


Kino Henry The Fourth.

Henry, Prince of Wales, \ Sons to the

Prince John of Lancaster, I King.

Earl Op Westmoreland, 1 Friends to the

Sir Walter Blunt, J King.

Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester.

Henry Percy, Karl of Northumberland.

Henry Percy, svrnamed Hotspur, his Son.

Edward Mortimer, Earl of March.

Scroop, Archbishop of York.

Archibald, Earl of Douglas.

Owen Olendower.

Sir Richard Vernon.

Sir John Falstapp.




Lady Percy, Wife to Hotspur, and Sister

to Mortimer. Lady Mortimer, Daughter to Glendowcr,

and Wife to Mortimer. Mrs. Quickly, Hostess of a Tavern in East


Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamber lain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants.



SCENE I.—London.—A Boom in the

Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir

Walter Blunt, and others.
K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with

find we R time for frighted peace to pant,
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commene'd in stronds * afar remote.
So more the thirsty Erinnysf of this soil
Shall daub her lips with her own children's

No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
Nor bruise her flowrcts with the armed hoofs
Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,

• Strands. 1 The fury of discord.

Which,—like the meteors of a troubled heaven.
All of one nature, of one substance bred,—
Did lately meet in the intestine shock
And furious close of civil butchery*
Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks,
March all one way ; and be no more oppos'd
Against acquaintance, kindred, and allien:
The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife.
No more shall cut bis master. Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
(Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are Impressed and engag'd to Ago*,)
Forthwith a power of English shall wv levy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mothers'

To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
But this our purpose is a twelve-month old.

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