there he is in his robes, burning, burning.-If will you make a younker of me fhall I not thou wert any way given to virtue, I would fwear take mine eafe in mine inn, but I shall have my by thy face; my oath fhould be, By this fire: But pocket pick'd? I have lost a feal-ring of my thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, grandfather's, worth forty mark.

but for the light in thy face, the fon of utter darknefs.

When thou ran'it up Gads-hill in the night to catch my horfe, if I did not think thou had'ft been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wild-fire, there's no purchafe in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlafting bonfire light! Thou haft faved me a thoufand marks in links and torches 1, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the fack that thou haft drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap 2, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that falamander of yours with fire, any time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me for it!

Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!

Fal. God-a-mercy! fo fhould I be fure to be heart-burn'd.

Enter Hefiefs.

How now, dame Partlet the hen 3? have you enqui'd yet, who pick'd my pocket?

Heft. O, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that the ring was copper.

Fal. How the prince is a Jack, a fneak-cup;
and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a
dog, if he would fay fo.
Enter Prince Henry, and Point, marching; and Fal-
faff meets them, playing or bis tranchem, like a fife.
Fal. How now, lad? is the wind in that door,
i'faith? mult we all march ?

Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion 7.
Hof. My lord, I pray you, hear me.

P. Henry. What fay'ft thou, mistress Quickly? How does thy husband? I love him well, he is an honeft man.

Hoft. Good my lord, hear me.

Tal. Pr'ythee, let her alone, and lift to me.

P. Henry. What fay it thou, Jack?

Fal. The other night I fell afleep here behind the arras, and had my pocket pick'd: this houfe is turn'd bawdy-house, they pick pockets.

P. Henry. What didit thou lofe, Jack?

Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a feal-ring of my grandfather's.

Haji. Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my houfe I have fearch'd, I have enquir'd, fo has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, fervant by fervant: the tithe of a hair was never loft in my houfe before. Fal. You lie, heflefs; Bardolph was thav'd, and loft many a hair: and I'll be fworn, my poc-is; and faid, he would cudgel you. ket was pick'd: Go to, you are a woman, go.

P. Henry. A trifle, fome eight-penny matter.

H. Who I? I defy thee: I was never call'd

fo in mine own houfe before.

Hofl. So I told him, my lord; and I faid, I heard your grace fay fo: And, my lord, he freaks molt vilely of you, like a foul-mouth'd man as he

P. Hory. What he did not?

II. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me elie.

Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Fol. There's no more faith in thee than in a H.f. Ne, Sir John; you do not know me, Sirftew'd prune; nor no more truth in thee, than John: I know you, Sir John: you owe me mo-in a drawn fox; and for woman-hood, maid ney, Sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to be-Marian 19 may be the deputy's wife of the ward to guile me of it: I bought you a dozen of thirts to thee. your back.

Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters] of them.

Go, you thing, go.

Hofl. Say, what thing what thing?

Fal. Setting thy womanhood afide, thou art a beaft to fay otherwife.

Fal. What thing why, a thing to thank God on. Hof. I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou fhould't know it; I am an honeft man's Haft. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of wife: and, fetting thy knighthood afide, thou art eight fhillings an ell. You owe money here be-a knave to call me fo. fides, Sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings; and money lent you, four and twenty pounds. Tal. He had his part of it; let him pay. Hoft. He alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; what P. Henry. An otter, Sir John; why an otter? call you rich ? let them coin his nofe, let them Fal. Why he's neither fish, nor flesh; a coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, man knows not where to have her.

Ho. Say, what beaft, thou kaave thou?
Fal. What beat? why, an otter?

1 Mr. Steevens remarks on this paffage, that in Shakspeare's time, (long before the streets were illuminated with lamps, candle, and lanthorns to let, were cried about London. 2. Chrap is market, and good cheap therefore is a bon marché. From this word Ea-cheap, Chep-flow, Cheap-jide, &c. are derived. Dame Partlet is the name of the hen in the old ftory book of Reynard the Fox. 4 A face fet with carbuncles is called a rich face. SA younker is a novice, a young inexperienced man cafily gull'd. To take mine cafe in mine inne, was an ancient proverb, n t very different in its application from that maxim, Every man's houfe is his caftle;" for inne originally fignified a houfe or habitation. 7 i. e. as prifoners are conveyed to Newgate, faftened two and two together. Meaning a bawd; a difh offiew'd prunes being not only the ancient defignation of a brothel, but the conftant appendage to it, as has been before obicrved. 9 A drawn for may perhaps mean, a fox drawn over the ground to exercife the hounds. 10 Maid Marian is either a man dreffed like a woman, or the lady who attends the dancers of the morts.

Hoft.

Haft. Thou art an unjuft man in faying fo; thou or any man knows where to have me, thou knave thou!

P. Henry. Thou fay'ft true, hoftefs; and he flanders thee most grofsly.

Hofl. So he doth you, my lord; and faid this other day, you ought him a thousand pound.

P. Henry. Sirrah, do I owe you a thoufand pound?

Fal. A thousand pound, Hal? a million: thy love is worth a million; thou ow'ft me thy love.

Hoft. Nay, my lord, he call'd you Jack, and faid, he would cudgel you.

Fal. Did I, Bardolph ?

Bard. Indeed, fir John, you faid fo.
Fal. Yea, if he faid, my ring was copper.
P. Henry. I fay, 'tis copper: Dar'st thou be as
good as thy word now?

Fal. Why, Hal, thou know'ft, as thou art but man, I dare: but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp.

P. Henry. And why not, as the lion?
Fal. The king himself is to be fear'd as the lion:
Doft thou think, I'll fear thee as I fear thy father
nay, an if I do, let my girdle break!

P. Henry. It appears fo by the story.

Fal. Hoftefs, I forgive thee: Go, make ready breakfaft; love thy husband, look to thy fervants, and cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honeft reason: thou feest I am pacify'd.Still?-Nay, I pr'ythee, be gone. [Exit Heftefs. Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad,-How is that answer'd ?

P. Henry. O my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee :-The money is paid back again. Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis double labour.

a

P. Henry. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing.

Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou do'ft, and do it with unwafh'd hands too 2.

Bard. Do, my lord.

P. Henry. I have procur'd thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

Fal. I would it had been of horfe. Where
fhall I find one that can steal well? O for a fine
thief, of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am
heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for
these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous; I
laud them, I praise them.
P. Henry. Bardolph,-
Bard. My lord.

P. Henry. Go bear this letter to lord John of
Lancaster,

[land.-

P. Henry. O, if it fhould, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But, firrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honefty, in this bofom of thine; it is all filled up with guts, and midriffCharge an honeft woman with picking thy pocket! My brother John; this to my lord of WeftmoreWhy, thou whorefon, impudent, imhofs'd' ral-Go, Poins, to horfe, to horfe; for thou and I cal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but ta-Have thirty miles to ride ere dinner-time.vern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy -houfes, Jack,

and one poor penny-worth of fugar-candy to make Meet me to-morrow in the Temple-hall thee long-winded; if thy pocket were enrich'd At two o'clock i' the afternoon :

with any other injuries but thefe, I am a villain. There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive And yet you will fand to it; you will not pocket up wrong: Art thou not afham'd?

Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? thou know'ft, in the itate of innocency, Adam fell; and what thould poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? Thou feeft, I have more flesh than another man; and therefore more frailty. pick'd my pocket?

Money, and order for their furniture.
The land is burning; Percy ftands on high;
And either they, or we, muft lower lie.

[Excunt Prince, Poins, and Bard. Fal. Rare words! brave world !-Hoftefs, my breakfast; come :-

-You confefs, then, you 0, I could with this tavern were my drum. [Exit.

ACT

SCENE I

The Camp near. Shrewsbury.

Later Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas.

Hot.

IV.

The tongues of foothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourfelf:;
Nay, tafk me to my word; approve me, lord.
Doug. Thou art the king of honour:

WELL faid, my noble Scot: If fpeak- No man fo potent breathes upon the ground,

ing truth,

In this fine age, were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have,
As not a foldier of this feafon's itamp

Should go fo general current through the world.

By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy

But I will beard 3 him.

Hot. Do fo, and 'tis well :

Enter a Mifinger.

What letters haft thou there I can but thank

you.

Me. Thefe letters come from your father.

I i. e. fwol'n, puffy. 2 ie. do it immediately, or the first thing in the morning. beard is to oppofe face to face in a hoftile or daring manner.

Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not him-By fome, that know not why he is away,

felf?

Me. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous fick.
Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leifure to be fick,
In fuch a juftling time? Who leads his power?
Under whofe government come they along?

M. His letters bear his mind, not I.
Het. His mind!

Wor. I pry'thee, tell me, deth he keep his bed?
Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I fet forth;
And, at the time of my departure thence,
He was much fear'd by his phyficians.

That wifdom, loyalty, and mere diflike
Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence ;
And think, how fuch an apprehenfion
May turn the tide of fearful faction,
And breed a kind of queftion in our caufe:
For, well you know, we of the offering fide 6
Muft keep aloof from ftrict arbitrement;
And stop all fight-holes, every loop, from whence
The cye of reafon may pry in upon us :
This abfence of your father's draws 'a curtain,
That fhews the ignorant a kind of fear

War. I would, the state of time had first been Before not dreamt of.

whole,

"Ere he by fickncfs had been vifited;

His health was never better worth than now.
Hat. Sick now! droop now! this ficknefs doth
infect

The very life-blood of our enterprize;
'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.--
He writes me here, that inward fickness-
And that his friends by deputation could not
So foon be drawn; nor did he think it meet,
To lay fo dangerous and dear a truft
On any foul remov'd, but on his own .
Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,-
That with our fmall conjunction, we thould on,
To fee how fortune is difpos'd to us:

For, as he writes, there is no quailing 2 now;
Because the king is certainly potlefs'd
Of all our purpofes. What fay you to it?

Wor. Your father's fickness is a maim to us.
Hot. A perilous gafh, a very limb lopt off:—
And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his prefent want
Seems more than we fhall find it :-Were it good,
To fet the exact wealth of all our states
All at one caft? to fet fo rich a main
On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
It were not good: for therein should we read
The very bottom and the foul of hope;
The very lift 3, the very utmost bound
Of all our fortunes.

Doug. Faith, and so we should;
Where now remains a fweet reverfion:
We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
Is to come in:

A comfort of retirement lives in this.

Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mifchance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

Hot. You ftrain too far.

I, rather of his abfence make this ufe ;—
It lends a luftre, and more great opinion,
A larger dare to our great enterprize,

Than if the earl were here: for men must think,"
If we, without his help, can make a head
To push against the kingdom; with his help,
We shall o'erturn it topfy-turvy down.--
Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
Doug. As heart can think: there is not fuch a
word

Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
Enter Sir Richard Verno
non.

Hot. My coufin Vernon' welcome, by my foul.
Ver. Pray God, my news may be worth a wel
come, lord.

The earl of Westmoreland, feven thousand strong,
Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince John.
Hot. No harm: What more?

Ver. And further, I have learn'd,--
The king himfelf in perfon is fet forth,
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
With strong and mighty preparation.

Hot. He fhall be welcome too. Where is his fon,
The nimble-footed 7 mad-cap prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that daff'd the world afide,
And bid it país?

Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms,

All plum'd like eftridges, that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bath'd 8:
Glittering in golden coats, like images 9:
As full of fpirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the fun at midfummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
I faw young Harry,with his beaver on,
His cuites 19 on his thighs, gallantly arm',-
Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury,

Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here. And vaulted with fuch eate into his feat,

The quality and hair 5 of our attempt

Brooks no divifion: It will be thought

As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus,

Ii. e. on any lefs near to himfelf. 2 To quail is to languish, to fink into dejection. 3 The lift is the felvage; figuratively, the utmost line of circumference, the utmost extent. 4 i. e. a fupport to which we may have recourse. 5 i, e. the complexion, the charalier. i. e. of the affaring ide. Some latter editions read, offending. 7 Stowe fays of the Prince, "He was paffing fwift in running, infomuch that he with two other of his lords, without hounds, bow, or other engine, would take a wild-buck, or doe, in a large park." 8 Mr. Steevens obferves, that all birds, after bathing (which almost all birds are fond of), fpread out their wings to catch the wind, and flutter violently with them in order to dry themfelves. This in the falconer's language is called bating, and by Shak fpeare, bating with the wind. It may be oblerved, that birds never appear fo lively and full of fpirits, as immediately after bathing. 9 Alluding to the manner of dreing up images in the Romish churches on holy-days; when they are bedecked in robes very richly laced and embroidered. 10 Cuiffes, French, armour for the thighs.

And

And witch the world with noble horfemanship.

Hot. No more, no more; worse than the fun in March,

hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out their fervices; and now my whole charge confifts of ancients, corporals,

This praife doth nourish agues. Let them come: lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, flaves as
They come like facrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-ey'd maid of fmoky war,
All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them:
The mailed Mars fhall on his altar fit,
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
To hear this rich reprital is fo nigh,
And yet not ours :-Come, let me take my horfe,
Who is to bear me, like a thunder-boit,
Against the bofom of the prince of Wales:
Harry to Harry fhall, hot horie to horfe→→→→→
Meet, and ne'er part, 'till one drop down a corfe.
O, that Glendower were come !

Ver. There is more news:

ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs lick'd his fores: and fuch as, indeed, were never foldiers; but difcarded unjuft fervingmen, younger fons to younger brothers 4, revolted tapiters, and oftlers trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more difhonourably ragged, than an old fac'd ancient § ;. and fuch have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their fervices; that you would think, I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd prodigals, lately come from fwine-keeping, from eating draff and hufks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and prefs'd the dead bodies. No eye hath feen fuch fcare crows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat :-Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison.[unto? There's but a fhirt and a half in all my company; and the half-fhirt is two napkins, tack'd together, and thrown over the fhoulders like a herald's coat without fleeves; and the thirt, to fay the truth, ftolen from my hoft of Saint Albans, or the rednofe inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frofty found.
Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach
Ver. To thirty thousand.

Hot. Forty let it be ;

My father and Glendower being both away,
The powers of us may ferve io great a day.
Come, let us take a mutter speciily:
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear
Of death, or death's hand, for this one half

SCENE II.

A public road near Coventry.

Enter Falteff, and Bardolph.

year.
[Exeunt.

Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of fack: our foldiers fhall march through; we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night.

Bard. Will you give me money, captain?
Fal. Lay out, lay out.

Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

Fal. An it do, take it for thy labour; and if it

make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coin

Enter Prince Henry, and Wimoreland. P. Henry. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt?

Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a devil doft thou in Warwickshire ?-My good lord of Weftmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought your honour had already been at Shrewsbury.

Weft. 'Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too; but my powers are there already: The king, I can tell you, looks for us all; we muít away all night.

Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant, as a cat to steal cream.

P. Henry. I think, to fteal cream indeed; for

age. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell

end.

Bard. I will, captain: farewel.

me, Jack; Whofe fellows are thefe that come af[Exitter?

am

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.

P. Henry. I did never fee fuch pitiful rafcals.

Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to tofs 7; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better; tuth, man, mortal men, mortal men.

Fal. If I be not afham'd of my foldiers, a fouc'd gurnet 2. I have mif-us'd the king's prefs damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty foldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I prefs me none out good houfholders, yeomen's fons: enquire me out contracted batchelors, fuch as had been afk'd twice on the bans; fuch a commodity of warm flaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum; fuch as fear the report of a caliver, worfe than a ftruck fowl, or a hurt wild-duck.—where they had that: and for their barenefs,-I I preft me none but such toafts and butter 3, with [am fure they never learn'd that of me.

Weft. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks, they are
exceeding poor and bare; too beggarly.
Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty,-
-I know not

1 Witch for bewitch, charm. 2 Souc'd gurnet is an appellation of contempt very frequently employed in the old comedies. 3 Another term of contempt + Meaning, men of defperat: fortune and wild adventure. s Mr. Steevens has happily, we think, explained this paffage: eld. fac'd ancient, is an old standard mended with a different colour. It fhould not be written in one word, as old and fac'd are diftinct epithets. To face a gown is to trim it; an expreflion at prefent in ufe. In our author's time the facings of gowns were always of a colour different from the fluff itfelf. i. e. fhackles. 7 That is, to tofs upon a pike. Hh

P. Her

P. Henry. No, I'll be worn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. But, firrah, make haite; Percy is already in the field.

Fal. What, is the king encamp'd?

PLAYS. ⠀⠀⠀

So long as, out of limit, and true rule,
You ftand against anointed majesty!

But, to my charge.-The king hath fent to know
The nature of your griefs; and whereupon

Weft. He is, Sir John; I fear, we thall stay too You conjure from the breaft of civil peace

long.

Fal. Well,

[feaft,

[Exeunt.

To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a
Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guelt.

SCENE

Shrewsbury.

III.

Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Vernon.
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.

Wor. It may not be.

Doug. You give him then advantage.

Ver. Not a whit.

Such bold hoftility, teaching his duteous land
Audacious cruelty: If that the king
Have any way your good deferts forgot,—
Which he confefleth to be manifold,-

He bids you name your griefs; and, with all speed,
You shall have your defires, with intereft;
And pardon abfolute for yourfelf, and thefe,
Herein mis-led by your fuggeftion.

Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know,
the king

Knows at what time to promife, when to pay.
My father, and my uncle, and myself,

Hot. Why fay you fo? looks he not for fupply Did give him that fame royalty he wears:
Ver. So do we.

Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful.

And,-when he was not fix and twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,

Wor. Good coufin, be advis'd; ftir not to-night. A poor unminded out-law fneaking home,—
Ver. Do not, my lord.

Doug. You do not ct uifel well;

You fpeak it out of fear, and cold heart.

Ver. Do me no flander, Douglas: by my life,

(And I dare well maintain it with my life)

If well-respected honour bid me on,

I hold as little counfel with weak fear,

My father gave him welcome to the fhore:
And,-when he heard him fwear, and vow to God,
He came but to be duke of Lancafter,

To fue his livery 2, and beg his peace;

With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,—
My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,
Swore him affiftance, and perform'd it too.

As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives: Now, when the lords and barons of the realm Let it be feen to-morrow in the battle,

Which of us fears.

Doug. Yea, or to-night.

Ver. Content.

Hot. To-night, fay 1.

[much,

Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder
Being men of fuch great leading I as you are,
That you forefee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition: Certain horfe
Of my coufin Vernon's are not yet come up:
Your uncle Worcester's horfe came but to-day;
And now their pride and mettle is afleep,
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
"That not a horfe is half the half of himfelf.
Hot. So are the horfes of the enemy
In general, journey-bated, and brought low;
The better part of ours are full of reft.

Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
For God's fake, coufi, ftay 'till all come in.

[The trumpets found a parley.
Enter Sir Walter Blunt.
Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
If you youchfafe nte hearing, and refpect.

Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; And would
to God,

You were of our determination {

Some of us love you well; and even thofe fome
Envy your great defervings, and good name;
Because you are not of our quality,

But ftand against us like an enemy.

Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,

The more 3 and lefs came in with cap and knee;
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;
Attended him on bridges, ftood in lanes,
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs ; as pages follow'd him,
Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He prefently,-as greatnefs knows itfek,-
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Upon the naked thore at Raventpurg;
And now, forfooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and fome ftrait decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth :
Cries out upon abufes, feems to weep
Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face,
This feeming brow of juftice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for.
Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
Of all the favourites, that the abfent king
In deputation left behind him here,
When he was perfonal in the Irish war.

Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.
Hot. Then to the point.

In thort time after, he depos'd the king;
Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life;
And, in the neck of that, taik'd 4 the whole state:
To make that worie, furfer'd his kinfman March
Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,
Indeed his king) to be incag'd in Wales,

Blant. And heaven detend, but till I fhould There without ranfom to lie forfeited;

Itand to,

1 i. e. fuch experience in martial bulinefs.

Digrac'd me in my happy victories ;

livery or pofiction of his lands from the Court of Wards, which, on the death of any of the tenants This is a law-phrafe; meaning, to fue out the deof the crown, icized their lands, 'til the new flout his livery. *Loft'd is here uled for taxed; it was once coinion to employ these words indifcriminately. 31. e. the greater and the lefs.

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