And, as the foldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them-untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a flovenly unhandfome corfe
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

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With many holiday and lady terms

He queftion'd me; among the reft, demanded
My prifoners, in your majesty's behalf.

I then, all fmarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be fo pefter'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 fee him fhine fo brifk, and smell so sweet,

And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, '(God fave the mark!)

And telling me, the fovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmacity, for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, fo it was,
That villainous falt-petre fhould 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 thefe vile guns,
He would himself have been a foldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I faid;
And, I beseech you, let not his report.
Come current for an accufation,

Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

Blunt. The circumftance confider'd, good my lord,

Whatever Harry Percy then had faid,

holiday and lady terms]

" he speaks boliday." MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. 1. p. 214. Heft.

a popinjay,]-a parrot.

(God Save the mark!)-The Scots, when they compare perfon to

perfon, ufe this exclamation.

"And I, fir, bless the mark."

OTHELLO, A&t I: S. 1. Iago.

Το

To fuch a perfon, and in fuch a place,
At fuch a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die, and never rife
To do him wrong, or any way impeach;
What then he faid, fo he unfay it now.

K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prifoners;
But with provifo and exception,—

That we, at our own charge, fhall ransom straight
His brother-in-law, the foolish "Mortimer;

Who, on my foul, hath wilfully betray'd
The lives of thofe, that he did lead to fight
Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower;
Whofe daughter, as we hear, the earl of March
Hath lately marry'd. Shall our coffers then
Be empty'd, to redeem a traitor home?
Shall we buy treafon? and indent" with fears,
When they have loft and forfeited themselves?
No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
For I fhall never hold that man my friend,
Whole tongue fhall ask me for one penny coft
To ranfom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer!

He never did fall off, my fovereign liege,

* But by the chance of war ;-To prove that true, Needs no more but one tongue, for all thofe wounds, Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, When, on the gentle Severn's fedgy bank,

In fingle oppofition, hand to hand,

Mortimer;]-Edmund, fon of Roger, Earl of March, nephew to Lady Percy, confounded, in this play, with Sir Edmund, her brother." with fears,]-engage in our fervice thofe, whom with reafon we diftruit-for foes-article for their enlargement.

* But by the chance of war ;]—he fell into the enemy's hands. Yone tongue,]- -one witnefs fpeaking from those "mouthed wounds."

JULIUS CAESAR, A& III. S. 1.
CORIOLANUS, A&t II. S. 3. 3 Gir.

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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 fwift Severn's flood;

Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
And hid his crifp head in the hollow bank
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.
Never did bafe and rotten policy

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Colour her working with fuch deadly wounds
Nor never could the noble Mortimer
Receive fo many, and all willingly:

Then let him not be flander'd with revolt.

K. Henry. Thou doft belie him, Percy, thou doft belie

him,

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 ashamed? But, firrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you fpeak of Mortimer :
Send me your prifoners with the speedieft means,
Or you fhall hear in fuch a kind from me

As will displease you.-My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your fon:-
Send us your prifoners, or you'll hear of it.

[Exit K. Henry.
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them,
I will not fend them :-I will after straight,
And tell him fo; for I will ease my heart,

Although it be with hazard of my head.

North. What, drunk with choler? ftay, and pause a while?

Here comes your uncle.

p-curled.

a bare.

Re

Re-enter Worcester.

Hot. Speak of Mortimer?

Yes, I will speak of him; and let my foul
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 duft,
But I will lift the down-fall'n Mortimer

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As high i'the air as this unthankful king,

As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.

[To Worcester. Wor. Who ftrook this heat up after I was gone? Hot. He will, forfooth, have all my prisoners : And when I urg'd the ranfom once again.

Of

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 fet forth Upon his Irish expedition;

From whence he, intercepted, did return

To be depos'd, and, fhortly, murdered.

Wor. And for whofe death, we in the world's wide

mouth

Live fcandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.

Hot. But, foft, I pray you; Did king Richard then

Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer

North. He did; myself did hear it.

Het. Nay, then I cannot blame his coufin king,
That wifh'd him on the barren mountains ftary'd.
But fhall it be, that you,-that fet the crown
Upon the head of this forgetful man ;
And, for his fake, wear the detefted blot
Of murd❜rous fubornation,-shall it be,
That you a world of curfes undergo;
Being the agents, or bafe fecond means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?-
O, pardon me, that I defcend fo low,

To fhew the line, and the predicament,

Wherein you range under this fubtle king.-
Shall it, for fhame, be fpoken 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,-
Το put down Richard, that fweet lovely rofe,
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And fhall it, in more fhame, be further spoken,
That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off
By him, for whom thefe fhames ye underwent ?
No; yet time ferves, wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
Into the good thoughts of the world again :

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Revenge the jeering, and ' disdain'd contempt,
Of this proud king; who ftudies, day and night,
To answer all the debt he owes to you,
Even with the bloody payment of your
Therefore, I fay,

Wor. Peace, coufin, fay no more:
And now I will unclasp a fecret book,

deaths.

canker]-dog-rofe.

difdain'd-difdainful.

And