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And left me in reputeless banishment,
fellow of no inark, nor likelihood.
But being seldom seen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at !
(10) That men would tell their children, “ This is he."
Others would say, “ Where? which is Bolingbroke ?"
And then I stole all courtesy from heav'n,
And drett myself in much humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from mens' hearts,
Loud shouts and falutations from their inouths,
Even in the presence of the crowned king.
Thus did I keep my person fresh and new,
My presence like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and fo my state,
Seldom, but fumptuous, shewed like a feast,
And won, by rareness such folemnity:
The skipping king, he ambled up and down
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burnt: (11) 'scarded his state :
Mingled his royalty with carping fools:
Had his great name profaned with their scorns ;
gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh with gybing boys, and stand the push
Of every beardless, vain comparative:
Grew a companion to the cominon streets,
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity:
That being daily swallow'd by mens' eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
To loath the taste of sweetness : whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So (10) That be, &c.] At pulchrum of digito monflrarier, & dicier bic cf. Persius.
Oh it is brave to be admired, to see
The crowd with pointing fingers cry, “ That's ne.”
(11) 'Scarded, &c.] i. l. discarded, threw off. This read. -
ing is Mr. Iarturlon's: the old one is carded: this elision is not
unufual with the poets ; frequently amongst the oldes ones we
Jave 'Idein for difdain, &c.
So when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but as the cuckow is in June,
Heard, not regarded: seen, but with such eyes,
As fick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze ;
Such as is bent on fun-fike majesty,
When it shines seldom in adıniring eyes :
But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
Prince Henry's modest Defence of himself. -Heav'n forgive them that fo much have fivay'd Your Majesty's good thoughts away from me! I will redeein all this on Percy's head: And in the closing of some glorious day, Be bold to tell you, that I am your
fon. When I will wear a garment all of blood, And stain
favours in a bloody mask, Which, wash'd
away, shall fcower my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this fame child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hot-spur, this all-praised knight,
And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet;
For every honour fitting on his helin,
Would they were multitudes, and on my head
My shanes redoubled! for the time will come,
That I shall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
T'ingross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
And I will call him to so strict account,
That he shall render every glory up,
Yea, even the flightest worship of his time;
Or I will tear the reck’ning from his heart.
This, in the naine of heav'n, I promise here:
The which, if I perform, and do survive,
I do beseech your Majesty, may falve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperature..
If not, the end of life cancels all bonds;
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, i
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
I faw young Harry with his beaver on, (12);
His cuilles on his thighs, gallantly arm’d,
Rise froin the ground like feather'd Mercury ;:
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And witch the world with noble horsemanship..
Hotspur's Impatience for the Battles.
Let them come
They come like facrifices in their triin,
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoaky war,
All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them..
The mailed Mars shall on his altar fit
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,,,
To hear this rich reprisal is so night,
Come, let me take my horse,
Who is to bear me, like a thunder-bolt,
Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales !
Harry to Harry shall (not horse to horse)
Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a coarse.
Oh, that Glendower were come!
(12) 0n] Others read up; and there seems great probability in it.
Prince Henry's miodeft Challenge.
The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
In praise of Harry Percy: by my hopes
(This present enterprize set off his head)
I do not think a braver gentleinan,
More active-valiant, or more valiant young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive;
To grace this latter age with noble deed.
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I have been a truant to chivalry,
And so, I hear, he doth account me too.
Yet this before
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great name and estimation,
And will to save the blood on either side,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.
Prince Henry's pathetic Speech on the Death of
Brave Percy---Fare thee well,
I'll-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound:
But now two paces of the vileit earth
Is room enough. This earth that bears thee dead,
Bears not alive fo ftout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so great a show of zeal.
But let my favours hide thy mangled face,
And, ev'n in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing these fair rights of tenderneis.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thce to heav'n;
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not rememlered in thy epith.
(13) Well, 'tis no matter, honour pricks me on. But how, if honour prick me off, when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No; or an arm? No: or take away the grief of a wound ? No: honour hath no skill in sugery then? No: what is honour? a word. What is the word honour? air: a trim reckoning. Who hath it? he that dy'd a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No: doth he hear it? No: is it insenfible then? yea, to the dead: but will it not live with the living? No: why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it; honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
(13) Well, &c.] In the King and no King of Becumont and Fletcher, we have a character, plainly drawn from Shakespear's Falstaff; how short it is, and must necessarily be of the original, I need not observe. “ I think, says Mr. Tbeobald, in his first note on that play, the character of Bellus must be allowed in general a fine copy from Shakespear's inimitabla Falstaff. He is a coward, yet would fain set him for a hero: oftentatious with. out any grain of merit to support his vain-glory : a liar throughout, to exalt his assumed qualifications; and lewd, without any countenance from the ladies to give him an umbrage for it. As to his wit and humour, the precedence must certainly be adjudg’d to Falstaff, the great original.” The authors, in the third act, have introduced him, talking on the same subject with Falstaff here ; though not in the same excellent manner (an account of which, see in Mr. Upton's observations on Shakespear, p. 113.) Befus. “ They talk of fame, I have gotten it in the wars, and will afford any man a reafonable pennyworth; some will say, they could be content to have it, but that it is to be atchiev'd with danger; but my opinion is otherwise : for if I might stand still in cannon-proof,
and have fame fall upon me, I would refufe it; my repu. · tation came principally by thinking to run away, which no
body knows but Mardonius, and, I think, he conceals it to anger me, &c." The false and foolish notions of fame and honour are no where, that I know of, so well and juftly censured, as in Mr. Wollaston's Religion of Nature delincaredy fect. Sp. 116. printed in 1726.