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Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King,
Seems to prepare his way. So let him land,
And folemnly fee bim sét on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-heath,
Where that his Lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him through the city; he forbids it;
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride,
? Giving full trophy, lignal, and oftent,
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens;
The Mayor and all his brethren in belt sort,
*Like to the senators of antique Rome,
With the Plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conqu’ring Cæfar in.
As by a lower but by loying likelihood,

Were 6 Whiffler.] An officer who his fatire is very rarely partial or walks firit in proceflions, or be licentious. WARBURTON. fore persons in high llations, on 9 Likelihood,) Likelihood, for occasions of ceremony. The fimilitude. WARBURTON. name is sțill retained in London, The latter editors, in bope of and there is an officer so called mending the measure of this that walks before their compa- line, have injured the sense. The nies at times of publick solem folio reads as I have printed ; nity. It seems a corruption from but all the books, fince revisal the French Word Huisier. became fashionable, and editors

HANMER. have been more diligent to dis. ? Giving full trophy.] Traní- play themselves chan to illuftrate ferring all the honours of con- their authour, have given the quest, all trophies, tokens, and line thus; Thews, from himself to God.. As by a low, but loving likrli

8 Like to the Senators of antique bood. Rome.) This is a very extraor. Thus they have destroyed the dinary compliment to the City. praise which the poet designed But he ever declines all general for Efex; for who would sarire on them; and in the epi- think himself. honoured by the Jogue to Henry VIII. he hints epithet low? The poet, dewith disapprobation on his con- sirous to celebrate that great man, temporary poets who were ac- whose popularity was then his customed to abuse them. Indeed boast, and afterwards his de

fruction,

play'd

and vous tis pant

oughts,

Were now the' General of our gracious Empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion * broached on his sword;
How many would the peaceful city quit,

To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place hiin ;
(As yet che lamentation of the French
Invices the King of England's Stay at home :
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them) and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
'Till Harry's back return again to France ;
There must we bring him ; and myself have play'd
The ini’rim, by remenibring you, 'tis paft.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.'

S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ.
The English Camp in France.

Enter Fluellen and Gower. Gower. N AY, that's right. — But why wear you

your Leek to day? St. David's day is past. · Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. I will tell you as a friend, captain Gower ; the rascally, scauld, beggarly, lowly, prag. ging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself and all the world know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits ; he is come to me and prings struction, compares him to king fixed. Harry ; but being afraid to offend + Enter Fluellen and Gower.] the rival courtiers, or perhaps This scene ought, in my opinion, the queen herself, he confesies to conclude the fourth act, and that he is lower than a king, but be placed before the last chorus. wuld never haye represented There is no Englise camp in this him absolutely as low.

act; the quarrel apparently hap"Were now the General, &c.] pens before the return of the arThe Earl of Efex in the reign my to England, and not after fo of Queen Elizabeth. Popa. long an interval as the chorus has * Broached.] Spitted ; trans- supplied.

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me

me pread and falt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my Leek. It was in a place where I could breed no contentions with him ; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap, 'till I see him once again ; and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

Enter Pistol. Gow. Why, here he comes swelling like a Turkycock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swelling, nor his Turkycocks. God plesse you, aunchient Pistol : you scurvy lowsy knave, God plese you. Pift. Ha! art thou beldam ? dost thou thirst, base

Trojan, - To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence !-I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests and my petitions, to eat, Jook you, this leek; because, look you, you do not love it, and your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.

Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.

Flu. There is one Goat for you. [Strikes him. Will you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it ?

Pilt. Bare Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scauld knave, when God's will is. I desire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce forit [Strikes bim. You call'd me yesterday Mountain-Squire, but I will make you to day a * Squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow. Enough, captain ; you havet astonish'd him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days. Pite, I pray

? To bave me fold up, &c.] is, I will bring you to the ground, Dost chou desire to have me put t Aftonish'd bim] That is, you thee to death.

have stunned him with the blow. * Squire of low degrec.] That

you ;

you; it is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite ?

Flu. Yes, out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I 3 eat and eat I swear

Flu. Eat, I pray you. Will you have some more sauce to your leek ? there is not enough leek to swear by.

Pist. Quiet thy cudgel ; thou dost see, I eat.

Flu. Much good do you, scauld knave, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skin is good for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em. That's

all.

Pijt. Good.

Flu. Ay, leeks is good. Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate. '

Pift. Me a groat !

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it, or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pijt. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.

Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels; God pe wi’you, and keep you, and heal your pate,

[Exit. Pit, All hell shall stir for this.

Gow. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly knave, Will you mock at an ancient tradition, began upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceas'd valour, and dare not avouch in your

3 I eat and eat I swear] Thus pose, in the frigid tumour of the first folio, for which the lat- Pistol's dialect, er editors have put, 1 eat and I eat and eke I swear. favear. We should read, I fup

deeds

deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an Englijb cudgel ; you find 'tis otherwise ; and henceforth let a Welb-correction teach you a good English condition. Fare you well.

(Exit, Pijt. Doth 4 fortune play the huswife with me now? * News have I, that my Dol is dead i'th' fpicule Of malady of France, And there my rendezvous is quite cut off ; Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn, And something lean to cut-purse of quick hand, To England will I steal, and there I'll feal; And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars, And swear, I got them in the Gallia Wars: [Exit

4 Fortune dorb play the bufwife.] The avars affordeth rougbt, bere That is, the jilt. Huswife is will I trudge, here in an ill sense.

Bawd will I turn, and uje the News have I, that my Dol is

Night of hand. dead,] We must read, my

To England will I feal, and Nell is dead. Dol Tearseet was

.. there I'll ftcal; so little the favourite of Piftol

And fa!cbes will I get unto thje that he offered her in contempt to

- Scars, Nym. Nor would her death have

And swear I get them in the Galcut off bis rendez vous ; that is,

lia wars. deprived him of a bome. Perhaps

6 The comick scenes of the the poet forgot his plan.

history of Henry the fourth and

fifth are now at an end, and all S'In the quarto of 1608 these the comick personages are now lines are read thus,

dismissed. Falfaff and Mrs. Dort fortune play the bufwife Quickly are dead; Nym and Barwith me now?

dulpb are hanged ; Gadfill was 1. bonour cudgeld from my war. Jolt immediately after the roblike loins ?

bery ; Poins and Peto have vaWell France farewell. News nished since, one knows not bave I certainly,

how ; and Pifiol is now beaten That Doll is fick of malady of into obscurity. I believe every France,

reader regrets their departure.

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