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*** Enter Sir Walter Blunt.
Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt : and would to God,
Hot. The King is kind: and well we know, the King
and my felf,
They, more and less, came in with cap and knee;
Blunt. I came not to hear this.
Hot. Then, to the point.
Hól. Not so; Sir Walters 'we'll withdraw a while:
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love!
SCENE changes to the Archbishop of York's
Dici Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michen. York. fealed
With winged hafte to the Lord Marethal : This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest To whom they are directed: if you knew How much they do import, you wou'd make hafte.
Sir Mich. My lord, l'guess their tenour.
York. Like enough.
Sir Mich. Why, my good lord, there's Doriglas, and lord Mortimer. York. No, Mortimer is not there.
. Sir Mich. But there is Mordako, Vernon, Harry Porcy, And there's my lord of Worcester, and a haadi Of gallant Warriors, noble gentlemen.
York. And so there is : but yet the King hath drawn The special head of all the Land together: The Prince of Wales, lord John of
Lancaster, The noble Westmorland, and warlike Blunt ; And many more corrivals, and dear men. Ofeftimation and command in arms. Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well
oppos'd. York. I hope no less: yet, needful 'tis to fear. And to prevent the worst, Sir Michell, speed; For if lord Percy thrive not, ere the King Dismiss his Power, he means to visit us; For he hath heard of our Confederacy, And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him: Therefore make hafte, I must go write again To other friends, and so farewel, Sir Michell. [Exeunt.
SCENE, the Camp at Shrewsbury. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John
of Lancaster, Earl of Wellmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falstaff.
O w bloodily the Sun begins to peer
At his distemperature.
K, Henry. Then with the losers let it sympathize,
[The Trumpet sounds. .
Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon, K. Henry, How now, my lord of Worster ? :'cis not well,
Hii . That you and I should meet upon such terms As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Trust, And made üs doff our easie robes of Peace, To crush our old limbs in 'ungentle steel : This is not well, my lord, this is not well. What say you to't? will you again unknit This churlish knot of all-abhorred war, And move in that obedient Orb again, Where you did give a fair and natural light; And be no more an exhal'd meteor, A prodigy of fear, and a portent Of broached mischief, to the unborn times ?
Wor. Hear me, my Liege: For mine own part, I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours: for I do proteft, I have not fought the day of this dislike. K. Henry. You have not sought it, Sir? how comes
it then ? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. (20)
(20) Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
Prince. Peace, Chevet, peace.] This, I take to be an arbitrary Refinement of Mr. Pope's : nor can I easily agree, that Chevet is ShakeSpeare's Word here. Why should Prince Henry call Falstaff Bolster, for interposing in the Discourse betwixt the King and Worcester With Submislion, he does not take him up here for his unreasonable Size, but for his ill-tim'd unseasonable Chattering. I therefore have preferr'd the Reading of the Old Books. A Chewet, or Chuet, is a noily chattering Bird, a Pie. This carries a proper Reproach to Falsaf for his meddling and impertinent Jeft. And besides, if the Poet had intended that the Prince should fleer at Falstaff, on Account of his Corpulency, I doubt not, but he would have call'd him Bolster in plain English, and not have wrapp'd up the Abuse in the French Word Chevet. In another Passage of this Play, the Prince honestly calls him Quilt ; 'Tis pity, Mr. Pope did not turn this into Lodier, or Materas, if his French would extend so far. As to Prince Henry, his Stock in this Language was fa small, that when he comes to be King, he hammers out one small Sentence of it to Princess Catharine, and tells her, It is as easy for him tą conquer the Kingdom as to speak so much more French.