That no persuasion can do good upon. [She speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens, I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley would I answer thee. But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue [She speaks again. Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. Mort. O! I am ignorance itself in this. [She speaks again Glend. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, Mort. With all my heart I 'll sit, and hear her sing: And those musicians that shall play to you, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: [The Music Plays. Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh; Lady P. Then, should you be nothing but musical, For you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing In Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear, lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Hot. No. Lady P. Then be still. Hot. Neither; 't is a woman's fault. Lady P. Now, God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Hot. Peace! she sings. [A Welsh Song by Lady M. Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart! you swear like a comfit-maker's wife. Not you, in good sooth; and, as true as I live; and, as God shall mend me; and, as sure as day: And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, As if thou never walk'dst farther than Finsbury. To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. Come, sing. Lady P. I will not sing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours and so come in when ye will. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as slow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. By this our book is drawn: we'll but seal, and then To horse immediately. [Exit. Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. SCENE II. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, Prince of Wales, and Lords. K. Hen. Lords, give us leave. The Prince of Wales and 1, Must have some private conference: but be near at hand, For we shall presently have need of you. Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd [Exeunt Lords. Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to, Accompany the greatness of thy blood, P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could A's well as, I am doubtless, I can purge As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, "Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, Find pardon on my true submission. K. Hen. God pardon thee! - yet let me wonder, Harry, And art almost an alien to the hearts That men would tell their children, "This is he:' 66 And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dress'd myself in such humility, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, : Had his great name profaned with their scorns; That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey; and began To loathe the taste af sweetness, whereof a little He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, Afford no extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty, When it shines seldom in admiring eyes; But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down, Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. With vile participation: not an eye But is a-weary of thy common sight, Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more. Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more myself. K. Ilen. For all the world, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then, |