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And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them—untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a Novenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many ' holiday and lady terms
He question’d me; among the rest, demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what ;
He should, or he should not ;- for he made me mad,
To see him fhine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, '(God save the mark !)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmacity, for an inward bruise ;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villainous falt-petre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and, but for these vile
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
1 answer'd indirectly, as I said ;
And, I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation,
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
Blunt. The circumstance confider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said, 3 holiday and lady terms] " he speaks boliday."
MERRY W IVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 214. Hof. a popinjay,]—a parrot. ' (God Jave ibe marki!)-The Scots, when they compare person to person, use this exclamation. “ And I, fir, bless tbe mark."
OTHELLO, A& I: 9.1. lago.
To such a person, and in such a place,
As such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die, and never rise
To do him wrong, or any way impeach ;
What then he said, so he unsay it now.
K. Henry. Why, yet he doch deny his prisoners;
But with proviso and exception,-
That we, at our own charge, snall ransom straight
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
Who, on my soul, hash wilfully betray'd
The lives of those, that he did lead to fight
Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower ;
Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March
Hath lately marry'd. Skall our coffers then
Be empty'd, to redeem a traitor home?
Shall we buy treason ? and indent" with fears,
When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
No, on the barren mountains let him ftarve,
For I shall never hold that man my friend,
Whole tongue shall ask me for one penny coft
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
Hot. Revolted Mortimer !
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
* But by the chance of war ;-To prove that true,
Needs no more but one tongue, for all those wounds,
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took,
When, on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
In single opposition, hand to hand,
• Mortimer ;]~Edmund, son of Roger, Earl of March, nephew te Lady Perry, confounded, in this play, with Sir Edmund, her brother."
w with fears,]-engage in our service those, whom with reason we diftratfor foes article for their enlargement.
* But by be cbance of war;]-he fell into the enemy's hands.
o che tongue,)-one witness speaking from those « mouthed sounds."
Julius CÆSAR, A& III. S... Ari
CORIOLANUS, Act II. S. 3.
He did confound the best part of an hour
In changing hardiment with great Glendowder :
Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
And hid his ? crisp head in the hollow bank
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.
Never did a base and rotten policy
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Nor never could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all willingly:
Then let him not be Nander'd with revolt.
K. Henry. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou doft belie
He never did encounter with Glendower
I tell thee, he durft as well have met the devil alone,
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art not alhamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son :
Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.
[Exit K. Henry.
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them,
I will not send them :- I will after straight,
And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
Although it be with hazard of my head.
North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause a
while ? Here comes your uncle. milp)-curled.
Re-enter Worcester. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? Yes, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him : Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the dust, But I will lift the down-fallin Mortimer As high i’the air as this unthankful king, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. Norib. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.
[To Worcester. Wor. Who strook this heat up after I was gone?
Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners :
And when I urg'd the ransom once again
my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
Wor. I cannot blame him; Was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ?
North. He was ; I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the unhappy king (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition ; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be depos'd, and, fhortly, murdered. Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide
mouth Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.
Hot. But, soft, I pray you ; Did king Richard then Proclaim my 2 brother Edmund Mortimer Heir to the crown? • down-trod.
an eye of death, ]-a ghally look. VOL. III. I i
North. He did; myself did hear it.
Hit. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd.
But shall it be, that you,—that set the crown
Upon the head of this forgetful man ;
And, for his fake, wear the detested blot
Of murd'rous subornation, – shall it be,
That you a world of curses undergo;
Being the agents, or base fecond means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ?--
O, pardon me, that I descend so low,
To shew the line, and the predicament,
Wherein you range under this subtle king.-
Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days,
Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility, and power,
Did ’gage them both in an unjust behalf,—
As both of you, God pardon it! have done,
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken,
That you are foolid, discarded, and shook off
By him, for whom thefe shames ye underwent ?
No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
Into the good thoughts of the world again :
Revenge the jeering, and' disdain'd contempt,
Of this proud king; who studies, day and night,
To answer all the debt he owes to you,
Even with the bloody payment
deaths. Therefore, I fay,mmm
Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more : And now I will unclasp a secret book, canker] ---dog-rose.