--go to :-very good :-_exceeding good.-O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopp'd, bald " shot. - Well faid, Wart; thou’rt a good scab : hold, there's a tester for thee.

Shal. He is not " his craft's master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end green (when I lay at Clement’s-inn, I' was then fir Dagoner in Arthur's show) there was a little P quiver fellow, and 'a would manage you his piece thus: and 'a would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in : rab, tab, tab, would 'a fay; bounce, would 'à say; and away again would 'a and again would 'a come ;-I shall never fee such a fellow.

Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow.-God keep you, master Silence; I will not use many words with you :-Fare you well, gentlemen both : I thank you: I must a dozen mile to-night.-Bardolph, give the foldiers coats.

Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and send us peace! As you return, visit my

houfe; let our old acquaintance be renew'd : peradventure, I will with you

to the court. Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. Sbal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you

well.

(Exeunt Shallow, and Silence. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.-On, Bardolph; lead the men away.--[Exeunt Bardolph, Recruits, &c.), As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This fame starv'd justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his

in pot)-hooter. n bis craft's master]-expert at his exercise.

• (when I lay at Clement’s-inn, I was then fir Dagonet in Arthur's pow)]-When I lived, was a student at Clement's-inn, and was so young as to be unfit to act any higher part, than that of King Artbar's fool or squire, in an interlude performed by the members of that fociety. p quiver)-nimble, active.

youth,

youth, and the feats he hath done about ?Turnbull-street; and every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Clement'sinn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a fork'd radish, with a head fantastically carv'd upon it with a knife: he was ' so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were invisible: he was the very Genius of famine ; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores call'd him-mandrake: he came ever in the rear-ward of the fashion ; and sung those tunes to the 'over-scutcht hufwives, that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware-they were his "fancies, or his good-nights. And now is this * vice's dagger become a squire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once in the Tiltyard; and then he * burst his head, for crouding among the marshal's men. I saw it ; and told John of Gaunt, he

beat his own name : for you might have trufs'd him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court: and now hath he land and beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, if I return: and it shall go hard, but I will make him ?? philosopher's two stones to me: If the young dace be : bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the law of nature, but I may snap at him. Let time thape, and there an end.

[Exeunt. Turnbull.freet;]-a noted resort of whores and bullies. so forlorn,)-such a contemptible figure, • invincible, -unattainable, out of the reach of. Over-fcutcbt bawices, ]-flogged, carted whores.

fancies, or bis good-nights. ]-)--lighe dicties, serenades. w vice's dagger]-of lath.

* bur/]-brake. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst.”

TAMING OF THE SHREW, Vol. II. p. 273. Huff. y beat his own name:)-a person so Nender, as might well bear that

RICHARD II. Vol. III. p. 390. Gaunt. ? a philofopher's two ftones to me :)--as valuable as two of them.

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name.

A CT IV..

SCEN E I.

A Forest in Yorkshire.

Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings, and others.

York. What is this forest call'd?
Haft. 'Tis Gualtree forest, an't fhall please your grace.

York. Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth, To know the numbers of our enemies.

Haft. We have sent forth already.

York. 'Tis well done.
My friends, and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you, that I have receiv'd
New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus :-
Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers,
That your attempts may over-live the hazard,
And fearful meeting of their opposite.

Mowb. Thus do the hopes we had in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces.

Enter a Messenger.
Hajt. Now, what news?

Mej. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
In goodly form comes on the enemy:
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.

Mowb.

Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out.
Let us * fway on, and face them in the field.

Enter Westmoreland.
York. What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
Mow. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland.

Weft. Health and fair greeting from our general,
The prince, lord John, and duke of Lancaster.
York. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in

peace; What doth concern your coming ?

West. Then, my lord,
Unto your grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary ;
I say, if damn'd commotion fo appear’d,
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,
Whose see is by 'a civil peace maintain'd;
Whose beard the “silver hand of peace hath touch'd ;
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutorid;
Whofe white investments figure innocence,
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,

— a fway on,)-ınarch, bend our steps ; alluding to the wary figure of an army in motion.

guardi di e'th roge;]-i!l guarded, under the wild control of passion.

Never amper

“ Made good guard for itself."

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A& IV. S. i. Mer. ca cicil peace), the solemn bonds of. + filter band nf peace harb roucb'd;]-peaceful age hath filver'd a'er.

white incestments)-the rochet. VOL. III.

Where

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Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boift'rous tongue of war?
Turning your books to 'greaves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances ; and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

York. Wherefore do I this ?- so the question stands.
Briefiy, to this end :-We are all diseas'd;
And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it : of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being infected, dy'd.
But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a physician;
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,
Troop in the throngs of military men:
But, rather, shew a while like fearful war,
To diet rank minds, sick of happiness ;
And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we fuffer,
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We fee which way the stream of time doth run,
And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere
By the rough torrent of occasion :
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to shew in articles ;
Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king,
And might by no suit gain our audience :
When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We are deny'd access unto his person

f greaves,]-armour for the legs ;-graves ;-glaives - Swords-aritAng your itudies for the pursuit of arms,