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Queen So longest way shall have the longest moans. York.Well, bear you well, in this new spring of time,

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being Lest you becropp'd before you come to prime. Cumphs! And piece the way out with a heavy heart [short, What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triCome, coine, in wooing sorrow, let's be brief, Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. York. You will be there, I know. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and doubly part; Aum. If God prevent it not; I purpose so. Thus givel mine, and thus I take thy heart. (They kiss. York. What seal is that, that hangs without thy boQueen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. (som! part,

Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing. To take on ine to keep, and kill thy heart. (Kiss again. York.

No matter then who sees it. So, now I have mine own again, begone,

I will be satisfied, let me see the writing. That I may strive to kill it with a groan.

Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; K. Rich. We make woe wanion with this fond delay : It is a matter of small consequence, Once more, adieu ; the rest let sorrow say. (Exeunt. Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

York. Which for soine reasons, sir, I mean to see. SCENE II.

I fear, I fear,
The same.-A Room in the Duke of York's Palace. Duch.

What should you fear ?
Enter YORK and his DUCHESS.

'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into

For gay apparel, 'gainst the triumph day. Duch. My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a bond When weeping made you break the story off That he is bound to ? Wife, thou art a fool.Of our two cousins coming into London.

Boy, let me see the writing.

[it York. Where did I leave ?

Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not shew Diuch.

At that sad stop, my lord, York. I will be satisfied ; let me see it, I say. Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops,

(Snatches it, and reads. Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. [reason! foul treason !-villain! traitor! slave!

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, Duch. What is the matter, my lord ? Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,

York. Ho! who is within there? (Enter a Servant.) Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,

Saddle my horse.
With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, God for his mercy! what treachery is here!
While all tongues cried - God save thee, Bolingbroke! Duch. Why, what is it, my

lord ? You would have thought the very windows spake, York. Give me my boots, I say ; saddle my horse:So many greedy looks of young and old

Now by mine honour, by my

troth, 'Through casements darted their desiring eyes I will appeach the villain.

(Erit Servant Upon his visage ; and that all the walls,


What's the matter? With painted imag'ry, had said at once,

York. Peace, foolish woman. Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!

Duch. I will not peace :—What is the matter, sop' Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Than my poor life must answer. Bespake them thus,- I thank you, countrymen : Duch.

Thy life answer! And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while ?

Re-enter Servant, with boots. York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men,

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. · After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,

Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.—Poor boy, thou art Are idly bent on him that enters next,

amaz'd : Thinking his prattle to be tedious :

Hence, villain : never more come in my sight.Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes

(To the Servant. Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him; York. Give me my boots, I say: No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, - Have we more sons? or are we like to have ? His face still combating with tears and siniles, Is not my teeming date drunk up with time? The badges of his grief and patience,

And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, That had not God, for some strong purpose,


And rob me of a happy mother's name? The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, Is he not like thee? is he not thine own' And barbarism itself have pitied him.

York. Thou fond mad woman, But heaven hath a hand in these events;

Wilt thou conceal this dark conspira cy?
10 whose high will we bound our calın contents. A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, And interchangeably set down their hands,
Whose state and honour I for aye allow.

To kill the king at Oxford.

He shall be none;

We'll keep him here: Then what is that to him! Durch. Here comes my son Aumerle.

Yurk. Away,

Aumerle that was ; Fond woman! were he twenty times a my son
But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, I would appeach him.
And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: Duch.

Hadst thou groan'd for him. I am in parliament pledge for his truth,

As I have done, thou’dst be more Sitiful. And lasting fealty to the new-made king. But now I know thy mind; thou Jost suspect,

Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets now, That I have been disloyal to thy boned, That strew the green lap of the new-come spring ? And that he is a bastard, not thy son:

Aum. Madain, I know not, nor I greatly care not : Sweet York, sweet husband, benet of that mind. God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. He is as like thee as a man may biele,

Not like to me, or any of my kin,

Aum. Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise past : And yet I love him.

I do repent me; read not my name there, York. Make way, unruly woman. [Frit. My lieart is not confederate with my band.

Duch. After, Aumerle; mount thee upon his horse ; York. 'l'was, villain, ere thy hand did set it dowa.Spur, post; and get before him to the king, I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king; And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. Fear, and not love, begets his penitence : I'll not be long behind ; though I be old,

Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove I doubt not but to ride as fast as York:

A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. And never will I rise up from the ground,

Boling. O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy! Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee : Away; O loyal father of a treacherous son ! Begone.

(Eseunt. Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain,

From whence this stream through muddy passages, SCENE III.--Windsor. Room in the Castle.

Hath held his current, and defil'd hiinself! finter BOLINGBROKE, as King ; Percy, and other Lords. Thy overflow of good converts to bad ; Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son ?

And thy abundant goodness shall excuse 'Tis full three months, since I did see him last :-- This deadly blot in thy digressing son. If any plague hang over us, 'lis he.

York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; I would to God, my lords, he might be found: And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there,

As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold. For there, they say, he daily doth frequent,

Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, With unrestrained loose companions ;

Or my sham'd life in his dishonour lies : Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes,

Thou kill'st me in his life ; giving him breath, And beat our watch, and rob our passengers ;

The traitor lives, the true man's pui lo death. While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, Duch. (Within.) What ho, iny liege! for God's Takes on the point of honour, to support

sake let me in.

(eager cry? So dissolute a crew.

Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes this Percy.My lord, some two days since I saw the prince; Duch. A woinan, and thine auni, great king; 'tis I. And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. Speak with me, pity me, open the door: Boling. And what said the gallant?

A beggar begs, that never begg'd before. Percy. His answer was, he would unto the stews; And now chang'd to The Beggar and the King.

Boling. Out scene is alter'd,

-- from a serious thing, And from the common’st creature pluck a glove, And wear it as a favour ; and with that

My dangerous cousin, let your mother in ; He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.

I know, she's come to pray for your foul sin. Boling. As dissolute, as desperate: yet, through both

York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, I see some sparkles of a better hope,

More sins, for this forgiveness, prosper may. Which elder days may happily bring forth.

This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rests sound; But who comes here?

This, let alone, will all the rest confound.
Enter AUMERLE, hastily.

Enter DuchESS.

Where is the king? Boling:

What means

Duch. O king, believe not this hard-hearted inan, Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly?

Love, loving not itself, none other can. Aum.God save your grace. I do beseech your majesty, Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear ?

York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make

(here? To have some conference with your grace alone.

Duch. Sweet York, be patient : Hear me, gentle Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here [Exeunt Percy and Lords.

liege. alone.

[kneels. What is the matter with our cousin now?

Boling. Rise up, good aunt.

Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the earth, For ever will I kneel upon my knees,

Not yet, I thee beseech : [Kneels.

And never see day that the happy sees,
My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
Unless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak.

Till thou give joy ; until thou bid me joy,

By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy. Boling. Intended, or committed, was this fault?

Aum. Unto my mother's prayers 1 bend my knee. If but the first, how heinous ere it be,

(Kneels To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the key,

York. Against them both, my true joints bended be

(Kneels. That no man enter till my tale be done.

Boling. Have thy desire. (Allerle locks the door. I'll may'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace! York. (Within.) My liege, beware ; look to thyself; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;

Duch. Pleads he in earnest ? look upon his face ; Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.

His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast; Boling. Villain, I 'll make thee safe. [Drawing. He prays but faintly, and would be denied; Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand,

We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside : Chou hast no cause to fear.

His York. (Within.) Open the door, secure, fool-hardy Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow :

weary joints would gladly rise, I know; Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face? [king: His prayers are full of false hypocrisy ; Open the door, or I will treak it open. (BOLINGBROKE opens the door.

Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity.

Our prayers do out-pray lis; then let them have Enter YORK.

That mercy, which irue prayers ought to have. Boling. What is the matter, uncle ? speak; Boling. Good aunt, stand up. Recover breath ; tell us how near is danger,


Nay, do not say-stand up; That we may arm us to encounter it.

But pardon, first; and afterwards, stand up. York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, The treason that my haste forbids me shew. Pardod-should be the first word of thy speech.

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I never long'd to hear a word till now;

To thread the postern of a needle's eye. Say—pardon, king ; .let pity teach thee how : Thoughts tending to ambition, they do ploi The word is short, but not so short as sweet ; Unlikely wonders : how these vain weak nails No word like, pardon, for kings' mouths so meet. May tear a passage through the finty ribs

York. Speak it in French, king; say, pardonnez moy. Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls;

Duch. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves, That set'st the word itself against the word !- That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Speak, pardon, as 'tis current in our land;

Nor shall not be the last ; like silly beggars, The chopping French we do not understand. Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame, Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue there : That many have, and others must sit there : Or, in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear ; And in this thought they find a kind of ease, That, hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, Bearing their own misfortune on the back Pity may move thee, pardon to rehearse.

Of such as have before endur'd the like. Boling. Good aunt, stand up.

Thus play 1, in one person, many people, Duch.

I do not sue to stand, And none contented : Sometiines ain I king; Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, Boling. I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. And so I am: Then crushing penury

Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee ! Persuades me I was better when a king; Yet am I sick for fear : speak it again;

Then ain I king'd again : and, by-and-by, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, But makes one pardon strong.

And straight ain nothing :-But, whate'er I am, Boling:

With all my heart Nor I, nor any man, that but man is, I pardon him.

With nothing shall be pleas'd till he be eas'd Duch. A god on earth thou art.

With being nothing.-Music do I hear? (MUSIC Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,-and the Ha, ha! keep time :—How sour sweet music is, With all the rest of that consorted crew,- [abbot, When time is broke, and no proportion kept ! Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. — So is it in the music of men's lives. Good uncle, help to order several powers

And here have I the daintiness of ear, To Oxford, or wliere'er these traitors are :

To check time broke in a disorder'd string ; They shall not live within this world, I swear, But, for the concord of my state and time, But I will have them, if I once know where. Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. Vacle, farewell, -and cousin too, adieu :

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true. For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock : Duch. Come, my old son ;-I pray God make thee My thoughts are minutes ; and, with sighs, they ja

[Exeunt. Their waicles on to mine eyes, the outward walch

Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,

Is pointing still, in cleaning them from 'ears.
Enter Exton and a Servant.

Now, sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, Eston. Didst thou not mark the king, what words he Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart, spake?

Which is the bell : So sighs, and tears, and groans, Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?

Shew minutes, times, and hours :--but my time Was it not so ?

Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, Serv. Those were his very words.

While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. Eston. Have I no friend? quoth he: he spake it This music mads me, let it sound no more ; And urg'd it twice together ; did he not ? (twice, For, though it have holpe madinen to their vits, Serv. He did.

it seems it will make wise men mad. Eston. And speaking it, he wistfully look'd on me; Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! As who should say,- 1 would, thou wert the man

For 'tis a sign of love ; and love to Richard That would divorce this terror from my heart ; Is a strange brooch in this all hating world. Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go ;

Enter Groom. I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. [Ěxeunt.

Groom. Hail, royal prince ! SCENE V.--Pomfret. The Dungeon of the Castle.

K. Rich.

Thanks, noble peer ,

The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
Enter King RICHARD.

What art thou ? and how comest thou hither, K. Rich. I have been studying how I may compare Where no man never comes, but that sad dog This prison, where I live, into the world: That brings me food, to make inisfortune live? And, for because the world is populous,

Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, And here is not a creature but myself,

When thou wert king ; who, travelling towards York, I cannot do it ; - Yel l'll hammer it out.

With much ado, at length have gotten leave My brain I'll prove the female lo my soul; To look upon my sometime master's face. My soul, the fatlier: and these two beget

O, how it yern d my heart, when I beheld A generation of still breeding thoughts,

In London streets that coronation day, And these same thoughts people this little world; When Bulingbroke rode on roan Barbary! In humours, like the people of this world,

That horse, that ti.ou so often hast bestrid; For no thought is contented. The better sort, That horse, that I so carefully have dress'd! As thoughts of things divine,--are intermix'd K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle With scruples, and do set the word itself

How went he under him?

(friend, Against the word :

Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. As thus,-- Come, little ones; and then again, K. Rich. So proud that Boling broke was on his It is as hard to come, as for a camel

That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; (back!


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This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happi. Would he not stuinble? Would he not fali down, The next news is,-l have to London sent (ness (Since pride must have a fall.) and break the neck The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Rent Of that proud inan, that did usurp his back ?

The manner of their taking may appear Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, At large discoursed in this


here. Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,

[Presenting a pape": Was born to bear? I was not made a horse,

Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy painsAnd yet I bear a burden like an ass,

And to thy worth will add right worihy gains. Spur-galld, and tir'd by jauncing Bolingbroke.

Enter FitzwATER.
Enter Keeper, with a dish.
Keep. Fellow, give place ; here is no longer stay. The heads of Brocas, and sir Bennet Seely;

Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London

(To the (iroom. K Rich. If thou love ine, 'uis time thou weri away. That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow,

Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my

heart (Exit.

Boling: Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Keep. My lord, wilt please you to fall to ?

Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. K. Rich Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Enter Pency, with the Bishop OF CARLISIE.

Keep. My lord, I dare not ; sis Pierce of Exton, who I ately came from the king, commands the contrary; With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy,

Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of Westminster, K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and Hath yielded up his body to the grave ; Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. (thee!

But here is Carlisle living. to abide

[ Beats the Keeper. Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride. Keep. Help, help, help!

Boling. Carlisle, this is


doom : Enter Extoy, and Servants, armed.

Choose out some secret place, some reverend room 6. Rich. Ilow now? what means death in this More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; rude assault ?

So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strise : Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,

(Suutching a weupon, und killing one. High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. Go thon, and fill another room in liell. ( He kills another, then Exton strikes him down.

Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a coffin. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, Eston. Great king, within this coffin I present That staggers thus my person. - Exton, thy fierce hand Thy buried fear; herein all breathless lies Hath with the king's blood staind the king's own land. The mightiest thy greatest enemies, Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high ; Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought Whilst my gross tiesh sinks downward, here to die. Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast

(Dies. A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, [wrought Eston. As full of valour, as of royal blood : Upon my head, and all this famous land. (deed. Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were good! Eston. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this For now the devil, that told me I did well,

Boling. They love not poison thai do poison ueed, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell.

Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;- I hate the murderer, love himn murdered. Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. (Ex. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,

But neither my good word, nor princely favour : SCENE VI.--Windsor. A Room in the Castle. With Cain go wander through the shade of night, Flourish. Enter BOLINGHROKE and Yonk, with

And never shew thy head by day nor light.-
Lords anu Attendants.

Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow.
Is-that the rebels have consum'd with fire

Come, inourn with me for what I do lament, Our town of Cicester in Glostershire;

And put on sullen black, incontinent; But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not.

l'll make a voyage to the Holy land,

To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :

March sadly after; grace my mournings here, Welcome, my lord ? What is the news ?

In weeping after this untimely bier. (Eseunt

• This play is extracted fron the Chronicle of Holipshed, in other times, that his extracts were made by choice or idlenen which many passages may be found which shakspeare has, with rather than necessity. very lutle alieracion, iransplanted into his scenes, particularly This play is one of those which Shakspeare has apparently re1 speech of the bishop of Carlisle, in defence of hinx Kichari's vised ; but as success in works of in ention is not always proonalieuable right, and immunity from human jurisdicuion. portionale to labour, it is not finished at last with the happy

Jonson, who, in his Carline and Sejanus, has inserted many force of some other of his tragedies, nor can be said much to speeches from the Roman historians, was perhaps induced to affect the passions, or enlarge the understandik.--JOHNSON. chat practice by he example of Shakspeare, who had condescend. The notion that Shakspeare revised this play, though it has ed sometimes i copy giore innoble writers. But Sbakspeare long prevailed, appears to me extremely doubtful; or, to peal had more of his owo than Jonson; and, if he sometimes was more plainly, I do not believe it.-MALUNK. willing to spare bis labour, she wed, by what he performed at


Tais exquisite play was entered at Stationers Hall, Feb. 25,

1547 ; and was printed in quarto the following year. The transactions contained in it are comprised within ine period of about ten months. The action commences with the news brought of Hotspor having defeated the Scots under Archi. bald earl of Douglas, at llolnedon (ur Halidus n-hill), which battle was fought on lloly.rood day (the rich of September), 1402 ; and it closes with ihe defeat and death of Hotspur'at Shrewsbury; which engagement happened on Saturday the 21st of July (the eve of Saint Mary Magdalen), in the year1403.

Shakspeare has," says Dr. Johnson, apparently designed regular connexion of these dramatic histories, from Richard the seco:d, to Henry the fifth king lienry, at the end of Richard the Second, declares his purpose to visit the bloly Land, which he resumes in the first speech of this play. The complaint made by ning Henry in the last act of Richard the Second. of the wildness of his son, prepares the reader for the frolics which are here to be recounted, and the charac. ters which are cow to be exhibited.'

PERSONS REPRESENTED. As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,

(Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Kixo HENRY THE FOURTH.

We are impressed and engag'd to nght.)
Henry, Prince of Wales,
PRINCE Jous of' Lancaster,

sons to the King.

Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;

Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb EARL OF WESTMORELAND, Sir Walter BI.UNT,

friends to the King. To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,

Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, THOMAS Percy, Earl of Worcester.

Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northumberland.

For our advantage, on the bitter cross. HENRY Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his son.

But this our purpose is a twelvemonth old, Edmund MORTIMER, Earl of March.

And bootless 'tis to tell you,—we will go ; SCROOP, Archbishop of York.

Therefore we meet not now :-- Then let me hear Sir Michael, a friend of the Archbishop.

Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, ARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.

What yesternight our council did decree, Owen GLENDOWER.

In forwarding this dear expedience. Sir Richard VERNON.

West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, Sir Join FALSTAFF.

And many limits of the charge set down Porns

But yesternight: when, all athwart, there came GADSMILL.


post from Wales, loaden with heavy news ; Рето. .

Whose worst was,-that the noble Mortimer, BARDOLPH.

Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer. Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Lady Mortimer, daughter to Glendower, and wife to Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, Mortimer.

And a thousand of his people butchered :
Mrs. QUICKLY, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. Upon those dead corpse there was such misuse.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, By those Weishwomen done, as may not be,

Such beastly, shameless transformation,
Two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants.

Without much shame, re-told or spoken of.

K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this broil
Brake off our business for the Holy land.

West. This, niatch'd with other, did, iny gracious ACT I.

For more uneven and unwelcome news (lord :

Came from the north, and thus it did import, SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. On Holy.rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, Enter Kino Henry, WESTMORELAND, Sir Walter That ever-valiant and approved Scot,

Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald.
and others.

At Holmedon met,
K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour ;
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

As by discharge of their artillery,
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils And shape of likelihood, the news was told ;
To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote.

For he that brought them, in the very heat
No more the thirsty entrance of this soil

And pride of their contention did take horse,
Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; Uncertain of the issue any way.
No more shall trenching war channel her fields, K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious friend.
Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
Of bostile paces : those opposed eyes,

Stain'd with the variation of each soil
Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
All of one nature, of one substance bred,

| And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news Did lately meet in the intestine shock

The earl of Douglas is discomfited ; And furious close of civil butchery,

Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and twenty knights Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,

Balk'd in their own blood, did sir Walter see March all one way; and be no more oppos'd On Holmedon's plains : Of prisoners, Hotspur took Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies :

Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son
The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol,
No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.


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