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P Henry. [ puU the crornn on hit head.] Lo, here it Dot. I'll tell thee what, thou damned trlpe-visaged
6its,_ rascal: an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou
Which heaven shall guard: and put the world's hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
whole strength paper-faced villain.
Into one giant arm, it shall not force Act\. Scene IV.
This lineal honour from me.
Act IV. Scene IV.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. S1IARSPEARE Is supposed to have written this play in 1598. Its action comprehend* a period of nine years, com menetng with Hotspur's death, 1403, and terminating with the corooatlon of Henry V. 1412-13. Many of th tragic scenes in this second portion of the history are lorcible and pathetic ) but the comedy is of a much looser and more iudeceut character, than any in the preceding part. Shallow is an odd though pleasing por trait of a brainless magistrate; and a character, it is to be feared, not peculiar to Glostcrsbire only. In thn exhibiting bis worship to the ridicule of ao audience, Shakspeare amply revenged himself on his old War wickshire prosecutor. On the character of Falslalf, as exhibited in the two plays, l>r. Johnson makes tb« following admirable remarks: " Fa 1 staff I unimitatcd, n intuit able Falstaff, how shall I describe thee t thou compound of sense and vice , of sense which may be admired, but not esteemed t of vice which may be despised, but hardly detested. Falstaff is a character loaded with faults, and with those faults which natural^/ produce contempt. He is a tbief and a glutton, a coward and a boaster ; always ready to cheat the weak, aua prey upon the poor ( to terrify the timorous, and insult the defenceless. At once obsequious and malignant, be satirizes in their absence those whom lie lives by flattering. He is familiar with the prince, only as au agent of vice; but of this familiarity he is so proud, as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common an en, but to think his interest of importance to the Duke of Lancaster. Yet the man thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes himself necessary to the prince that despises him, by the most pleasing of all qualities, perpetual gaity; by an uufailing power of exciting laughter, which is the more freely indulged, as his wit is not of the splendid or ambitious kind, but consists in easy scapes and sallies of levity, which make sport, bm raise no envy. It must be observed, that he is stained with no enormous or sanguinary crimes, so that his licentiousness is not so offensive but that it may be borne for bis mirth."
King Henry The Fourth.
Henry, Prince of Wales, after-> wards King Henry V.
Thomas, Duke of Clarence,
Prince Jobn of Lancaster, afterwards Duke of Bedford;
Prince Humphrey of Gloster, afterwards Duke of Gloster,'
Earl or Warwick, \
e*r£and WE8T*0RE* / of the King's Party.
Tray Krs and Morton, Domestics of Northum-
Falstaff, Bardoi.pii, Pistol, and Pack.
Shallow and Silence, Country Justices.
Dayy, Servant to Shallow.
Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and
Lady Northumberland.—Lady Percy,
Lords and other Attendants, Officers, Sol-
Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues,
stop Under the smile of safety wounds the world:
Th< %riitof hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? And who but Rumour, who but onjy I,
I, from the orient to the drooping west.
Make feaiful musters and piepar'd defence; Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stem tyrant war.
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
They brins smooth comforts false, worse than true wiong?. [Exit.
SCENE l.— The same —The Pobtbk before the Gate; Enter Lord Bahdolfu.
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, hotWhere id the earl T
Port. What shall I say you are!
Bard. Tell thou the earl, That the lord Bardolph doth attend bira here.
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth iuto the orchard;
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
Bard. Here comes the earl.
North. What news, lord Bardolph? every
Bard. Noble earl,
North. Good, an heaven will I
Bard. As good as heart can wish :— The king is almost wonnded to the death; And, in the fortune of nty lord yoor sou, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
KlU'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
North. How is tilts deriv'd 1
Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came
* Northumberland rattle*
North. Here comes my servant. Travels' whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Bard. My lord, I over-rode bim on the way , And he is furnish'd with no certaiuties. More than he haply may retain from me.
North. Now, Travels, what good tidings comr with you?
Tra. My lord, Sir John I'mfrcvile turn'd me back
With joyful tidings; and, l>eing better bors'd,
He ask'd the way to Chester; and «f him
North. Ha !——Again.
Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what
North. Why sbonld the gentleman, that rode by Travers, Give then such instances of loss f
Bard. Who, he T He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n The horse be rode on ; and, upon my life. Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
Enter Morton. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf,
Fortella the nature of a tragic volume:
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my uoble lord;
North. How doth my son and brother! Thou t rem blest; and the whiteness iu thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night. And woutd have told him, half his Troy was buru'd:
But Piiam found the fire, ere he bis tonsue, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'ft it. This thou would'st say,—Your son did thus and thus.
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas;
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: But, for my lord your son,
North. Why, he is dead. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath? He that but fears the thing he would not know,
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes. That what he fcar'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;
Tell thou thy earl, bis divination lies;
* Lmcc t '|:f tit. t Ad ■tlcitfttiou cf itt rctf*.
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
I see a strange confession in tbtne eye:
M«r. I am sorry I should force you to believe
That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: But these mine eyes saw bim in bloody state, Kend'riug faint quittance, * wearied and outbreath *d
To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
In few, t his death (whose spirit lent a tiro
That arrows fled not swifter toward tbeir aim.
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, The bloody Douglas, whose wcll-labouriug sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the king*
'Can vail $ his stomach, and did grace the shame
Of those tbat turn'd their backs; and, in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
In poison there is physic ; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me sick.
Being sick, have In some measure made me well:
Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, tbou
nice || crutch; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Must glove this band: aud heuce, tbou sickly
Tbou art a guard too wanton for the head, Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to bit.
Now bind my brows with iron ; and approach
The ragged'st hour that time and spite date bring.
To frown upon the eurag'd Northumberland! Let heaven kiss earth 1 Now let not nature's band
Keep the wild flood confin'd 1 let order die I
Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.
Hard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from
your honour. Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on yonr health; the which. If you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
Let us make bead. It was your presurmise, That in the dole* of blows your son might drop:
You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge.
Would lift him where most trade of dauger rang'd;
Yet did you say,—Go forth ; and none of this,
Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
Hard. We all, tbat are engaged to this Iobp, Knew that we ventur'd ou such dangerous seas,
Tbat, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one:
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,
The gentle archbishop of York Is up.
This word, rebellion, it bad froze them op,
Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
This present grief hath wip'd It from my miud.
Never so few, and never yet more need