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of that proud man that did usurp his | The next news is I have to London sent back !
The beads of Salibsury, Spencer, Blunt, and Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,
Kent : Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
The manner of their taking may appear Was born to bear I was not made a horse ; At large discoursed in tbis paper here. And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Presenting a paper. Spus.gall’d, and tir'd, by jauncing Boling. Boling. We thank thiee, gentle Percy, for broke.
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Enter KEEPER, with a Dish. Keep. Fellow, give place ; kere is no longer
Enter FITZWATER. stay.
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to To the GROOY.
London K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert The beads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely; away.
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, Grooin. What my tongue dares not, that my That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. heart shall say.
(Exit. Boling. Thy paius, Fitzwater, shall not be Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to
forgot ; K. Rich: Taste of it first, as thou art wout to Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
do. Keep. My lord, I dare Bot; Sir Pierce of Enter Percy, with the Bishop of CARLISLE. Exton, who
Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West. Lately came from the king, commands the
With clog of conscience, and sour melaucholy, K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, Hath yielded up his body to the grave; and thee!
But here is Carlisle living to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
(Beats the KEEPER. Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom : Keep. Help, help, helps
Choose out some secret place, some reverend
room, Enter EXTON, and Serrants, armed.
More than thou bast, and with it joy thy life; K. Rich. How now? what means death in So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from this rude assault ?
strife; Villain, thy owu hand yields thy death's in. For though miue enemy thou last ever been, strumeni.
| High sparks of honour in thee bave I seen. (Snatching a weapon and killing one. | Go thon, and fill another room in hell.
Enter Exton, with ATTENDANTS bearing a (He kills another, then Exton strikes
Coffin. him down.
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I pre. That band shall burn in never-quenching
Thy buried fear : herein all breathless lies Tuat staggers thus my person.--Eston, thy The Inightiest of thy greatest enemies, fierce hand
Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Hath with the king's blood staiu'd the king's Boling. Exton, I thank thee not ; for thou own land.
bast wrought Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on A deed of slander with thy fatal haud, Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to- | Upon my head, and all this famous land. die.
(Dies. Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood :
I this deed. Roth bave (spilt; 0 would the deed were Boling. They love not poison that do poisou good!
need, For now the devil, that told me I did well, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, Suys that this deed is chronicled iu hell.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered. This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;- The guilt of conscience take thou for thy 14Take bence the rest, and give them burial here.
bour, (Exeunt. But neither my good word, nor princely fa
vour : SCENE VI.-'indsor.--A Room in the With Cain go wander through the shade of Custle.
And never show thy head by day nor light.Flourish. Enter BOLING BROKE, and YORK, Lords. I protest my soul is full of woe, with LORDS and ATTENDANTS.
That blood should sprinkle ine, to make me Boling. Kivd uncle York, the latest news
grow: we hear
Coine, mourn with me for what I do lament, Iy-that the rebels have consum'd with fire And put on sullen black incontinent ; Our town of Cicester in Glostersbire;
I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, But wbether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear To wash this blood off from my guilty
band :Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.
March sadly after ; grace my mournings Welcome, my lord : What is the news ?
here, North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all In weeping after this untimely bicr happiness.
[Exeunt. • Jaunting
It was long the prevailing opinion enat Sir Prers Exton, and others of his guards, fell upon Richard in thm ensile of l'omfret, where he was confined, and despatched him with their halberts. But it is more probable that he was starved to death in prison, and it is said that he prolonged his unhappy life for a fortnight, after all Aus:enance was denied bin, before he reached the end of his miseries. Hume.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. SHAKSPEARE wrote this dramatic history about the year 1597, founding it upon six old plays previously pub
lished. The action commences with Hotspur's defeat of the Scots at Halidown Hill, Sep. 14, 1402 ; and closes with the defeat and death of that leader at Shrewsbury, July 21, 1403. None of Shakspeare's plays are perhaps 10 frequently read, as this and the one which succeeds it; but the want of ladies, and matter to interest females, lies so heavily upon it, that even with an excellent Falstaff, it can only enjoy occasional life upon the stage. The speeches of King Henry, though clothed in a fine, stately, and nervous diction, are much too long; and a deal of the humour, sparkling as it is, cannot be heard without a blush. The scene of the car. riers is grossly indecent, and so very low, that it might be rejected without the sligbtest injury to the piece. The choleric Hotspur, and the mad-cap Prince of Wales, are, however, charming portraits ; great, original, and just ; exhibiting the nicest discernment in the character of mankind, and presenting a moral of very general application. But the subtle roguery of Falstaff---bis laughable soliloquios--- his whimsical investigations,
and his invincible assumption---(the richer and more ludicrous when opposed to his sneaking cowardice) art strokes of dramatic genius which render this 'fat old man' the leading attraction of the play: and though his abaracter is vicious in every respect, he is furnished with so much wit, as to be almost too great a favourite.
EARLYTER BLOz of Worcesuberland.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
GADSHILL. HENRY, Prince of Wales, Sons to the PETO. PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, King BAR DOLPH EARL OF WESTMORELAND, | Friends to the
King. THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Worcester.
LADY Percy, Wife to Hotspur, and Sister
to Mortimer. HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northumberland.
LADY MORTIMER, Daughter to Glendower, HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his Son.
and Wife to Mortimer. EDWARD MORTIMER, Earl of March, SCROOP, Archbishop of York.
MRS. QUICKLY, Hostess of a Tavern in East. AROHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.
cheap. OWEN GLEN DOWER. SIR RICHARD VERNON.
Lords, Officers, Sherif, Vintner, Chamber Sir John FALSTAFF.
lain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, POINS.
| Which,-like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
All of one nature, of one substance bred,-, SCENE 1.-London.-A Room in the Did lately meet in the intestine shock Palace.
And furious close of civil butcbery,
Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, Enter King HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir
March all one way; and be no more oppos'd WALTER BLUNT, and others.
Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies : K. Hen. So shaken as we are, sowan witb | The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, care,
No more shall cut bis master. Therefore, friends, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils I(Wbose soldier now, under whose blessed cross To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. We are impressed and engag'd to fight,) No more the thirsty Erinnys t of this soil
Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ; Shall daub her lips with her own children's Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' blood;
womb No more sball trenching war channel her fields. To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, or bostile paces : those opposed eyes,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
+ The fury of discord. But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,
And bootless 'tis to tell you-we will go; K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer Therefore we meet not now :-Then let me hear
this ; of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect Wbat yesternight our council did decree,
Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. lu forwarding this dear expedience.
Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we West. My liege, this baste was hot in ques. Will bold at Windsor, so inform the lords : tion,
But come yourself witb speed to us again ; And many limits of the charge set down
For inore is to be said, and to be done,
(Ereunt. Whose worst was,-that the noble Mortimer, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
SCENE II.-The some.- Another Room in Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welshpian taken,
the Palace. And a thousand of his people butchered;
Enter HENRY Prince of Wales, and Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse,
Fal. Now, Hal, wbat time of day is it, lad 1 Without much shame, re-told or spoken of.
P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and this broil
sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast Brake off our business for the Holy Land. forgotten to demand that truly which thou West. This, match'd with other, did, my gra. Would'st truly know. What the devil bast thou cious lord;
to do with the time of the day ? unless hours For more uneven and unwelcome news
were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and Came from the north, and thus it did import.. clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs On Holy-rood day, I the gallant Hotspur there, of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, fair hot wench in flame-colour'd taffata ; I see That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
no reason why thou should'st be so superfluous At Holmedon met
to demand the time of the day, Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour;
Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal ; As by discharge of their artillery,
for we, that take purses, go by the moon and And sbape of likelihood, the news was told; seven stars; and not by Phæbus,-be, that For he that brought them, in the very heat
wandering knight so fuir. And, I pray thee, And pride of their contention did take horse, sweet wag, when thou art king,-as God save thy Uncertain of the issue any way.
grace, (majesty I should say, for grace thou wilt K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious have none,)-friend,
P. Hen. What, none ! Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, I Fal. No, by my troth ; not so much as will Stain's with the variation of each soil
serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of our's; P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, And he hath brought us smooth and welcome roundly. news.
Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art The earl of Douglas is discomfited ;
king, let not us, that are squires of the night's Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty knights, body, be called thieves of the day's beauty; let Balk's || in their own blood, did Sir Walter see us be-Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the On Holmedon's plains : Of prisoners, Hotspur shade, minions of the moon : And let men say took
we be men of good government; being governed Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son
as the sea is, by our poble and chaste mistress To beaten Douglas ; and the earls of Atbol, the moon, under whose countenance we-steal. of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
P. Hen. Thou say'st well ; and it holds well And is not this an honourable spoil ?
too : for the fortune of us, ihat are the moon's A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not?
men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being West. In faith,
governed as the sea is, by the moon. As for It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
proof now: A purse of gold most resolutely K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and snatched on Monday night, and most dissolutely mak'st me sin,
spent on Tuesday morning ; got with swearing In envy that my lord Northumberland
- lay by ; + and spent with crying-bring in : Should be the father of so blest a son :
now, in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder, A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue ; and by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of Arnongst a grove, the very straightest plant ; the gallows. Who is sweet fortune's minion, and ber pride : I Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, is not my hostess of the taveru a inost sweet See riot and dishonour stain the brow
wench 3 of my young Harry. Oh! that it could be P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad prov'd,
of the castle. And is not a bufr jerkin a most That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd sweet robe of durance ? In cradle-clothes our cbildren where they lay, Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what. And call'd mine Percy, his, Plantagenet !
in thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague Then would I have his Harry, and he mine, have I to do with a buff jerkin? But let him from my thougbts :-What ihink P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with you coz',
my hostess of the tavern ? or this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners,
Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckon.
West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is
Fal. No ; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid
P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my Which makes himn prunel himself, and bristle upcoin would stretch ; and where it would not, i Tbe crest of youth against your dignity.
have used my credit.
Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here • Expedition.
Estimates. September 14.
Covered with dirt of different colours Piled up in a heap.
• Farourites. Stand still. More wine S Trim, as birds clean their feathers.
$ The dress of sheriil"'s officers.