She'll be a foldier too, fhe'll to the wars. Mort. Good father, tell her, the and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [Glendower Speaks to her in Welsh, and he anfwers him in the fame. Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevish self-will'd harlotry, That no perfuafion can do good upon. [Lady fpeaks in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks? that pretty Welfe, Which thou pow'r'ft down from thofe two fwelling heavens, I am too perfect in: and, but for shame, In fuch a parly should I answer thee. [The Lady again in Welsh. I understand thy kiffes, and thou mine; But I will never be a truant, love, "Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will fhe run mad. [The Lady Speaks again in Welsh. Mort. O, I am Ignorance itself in this. All on the wanton rushes lay you down, Mort. With all my heart I'll fit, and hear her fing: By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Glend. Do fo; And those musicians, that fhall play to you Yet Yet ftrait they shall be here; fit, and attend. Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap. Lad. Go, ye giddy goofe. [The mufick plays. Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh, and 'tis no marvel, he is fo humourous: by'r lady, he's a good musician. Lady. Then would you be nothing but mufical, for. you are altogether govern'd by humours: lie ftill, ye thief, and hear the lady fing in Welb. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish: Hot. No.. Lady. Then be ftill. Hot. Neither, 'tis a woman's fault. Lady. Now God help thee!. Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Lady. What's that? Hot. Peace, the fings. [Here the Lady fings a Welsh song. Come, I'll have your song too. Lady. Not mine in good footh. Hot. Not yours, in good footh! you fwear like comfit-maker's wife; not you, in good footh; and, as true as I live; and, as God fhall mend me; and, as fure as day: and giveft fuch farcenet furety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk'd'ft further than Finsbury. Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, Lady. I will not fing. Hot. Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be RobinRed-breaft teacher: if the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours: and so come in, when ye will. [Exit. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer, you are as flow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. By By this our book is drawn: we will but feal, Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Prefence-chamber in Windfor. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others. K. Henry. LORDS, give us leave; the Prince of Wales Must have some private conference: but be near, [Exeunt Lords. I know not, whether God will have it fo, Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd Such poor, fuch bafe, fuch lewd, fuch mean attempts, Such barren pleafutes, rude fociety, As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, And hold their level with thy princely heart? P. Henry, So pleafe your Majefty, I wish, I could Quit all offences with as clear excufe, As well, as, I am doubtless, I can purge My felf of many I am charg'd withal. Yet fuch extenuation let me beg, As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, Which oft the ear of Greatness needs must hear, Find pardon on my true fubmiffion. K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thee: yet let me wonder, 3. At At thy affections, which do hold a wing That men would tell their children, this is he. That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, VOL. IV. That That, being daily fwallow'd by men's eyes, To loath the taste of fweetnefs; whereof a little Afford no extraordinary gaze; Such as is bent on fun like Majefty, When it shines feldom in admiring eyes: But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down, Being with his prefence glutted, gorg'd and full. Save mine, which hath defir'd to fee thee more; P. Henry. I fhall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord, Be more my self. K. Henry. For all the world, As thou art at this hour was Richard then, For, of no Right, nor colour like to Right, Holds |