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North. Why, what a wasp-tongu'd and impatient
Norib. At Berkley-castle.
Hot. You say trueWhy what a candy'd deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me ! Look, when his i infant fortune caine to ageAnd, gentle Harry Percy-and, kind cousin The devil take such cozeners !–God forgive me!Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again ;
Hot. I have done, i'faith.
powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons Which I shall send you written, be assurd, Will easily be granted. —You, my lord— [To North. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd Shall secretly into the bofom creep Of that same noble prelate, well belov’d, The archbishop
infant fortune came to age, --] Alluding to what passed in King Richard, at 2. fc. 3. JOHNSON.
Hot. Of York, is't not?
Wor. True, who bears hard
Hot. I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.
Wor. And so they shall.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed
? I speak not this in eftimation,] Eftimation for conjecture. But between this and the foregoing verse it appears there were some lines which are now loit. For, consider the sense. What was it that was ruminated, plotted, and set down? Why, as the text stands at present, that the archbishop bore his brotber's death hardly. It is plain then that they were some consequences of that reientment which the speaker informs Hotspur of, and to which his conclusion of, 1 jpeak not this by conje&ure but ou good proof, must be referred. But some player, I fuppose, thinking the speech too long, struck them out. WARBURTON.
If the editor had, before he wrote his note, read ten lines forward, he would have feen that nothing is omitted. Worcefter gives a dark hint of a conspiracy. Hotspur smells it, that is, guesses it. Northumberland reproves him for not fuffering Wcreetter to tell his design. Hotspur, according to the vehemence of his temper, still follows his own conjecture. Johns. letift jlip.] To let slip is, to loose the greyhound.
JOHNSON. by raising of a head :) A bead is a body of forces.
JOHNSON. s The king will always, &c.} This is a natural description
And think, we think ourselves unsatisfyd,
Hot. He does, he does ; we'll be reveng’d on him.
Wor. Cousin, farewell.-No further go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course. When time is ripe (which will be suddenly) I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once (As I will fashion it) Thall happily meet, To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Which now we hold at much uncertainty. North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I
trust. Hot. Uncle, adieu !-O let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!
S CE N E I.
An inn at Rochester.
Enter a carrier with a lantborn in his band.
1 CARRIER. EIGH ho! an't be not four by the day, I'll be
hang’d. Charies' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not pa ki. What, oftler!
Ojt. (within.] Anon, anon.
of the state of mind between those that have conferred, and those that have received, obligations too great to be satisfied.
That this would be the event of Northumberland's disloyalty was predicted by king Richard in the former play. JOHNSON.
i Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers, 'out of all cess.
Enter another carrier. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the 3 bots: this house is turn’d upside down, since Robin oftler
i Car. Poor fellow never joy'd since the price of oats rose : it was the death of him.
2 Car. I think this be the most villainous house in all London road for feas: I am stung like a tench.
i Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there's ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.
2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourden, and then we leak in your chimney: and your chamber-lie breeds fleas 4 like a loach.
i Car. What, oftler!-Come away, and be hang’d, come away.
2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, 5 and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
-out of all cess.] The Oxford Editor not understanding this phrase, has alter'd it to-out of all case. As if it were likely that a blundering transcriber should change so common a word as case for cess: which, it is probable, he understood no more than this critic; but it means out of all measure: the phrase being taken from a cess, tax, or subsidy; which being by regular and moderate rates, when any.thing was exorbitant, or out of measure, it was faid to be, out of all cess. WARBURT.
as dank-] i.e. wet, rotten. РОРЕ. 3 —bots:-] Are worms in the stomach of a horse. Johnson.
A bots light upon you is an imprecation frequently repeated in the play of Henry V. already quoted. STEVENS.
-like a loach.) A loch (Scotch) a lake. WARBURT. S.--and tivo razes of ginger,-) As our author in several passages mencions a race of ginger, I thought proper to distinguish it from the roze mentioned here. The former signifies no more than a single root of it; but a raze is the Indian term for a bale of it. THEOBALD.
i Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my panniers are quite starvd.—What, oftler! a plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear ? an ’twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the
pate of thee, I am a very villain.--Come, and be hang'd:-Haft no faith in thee?
Enter Gads-bill. Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? Car. 6 I think it be two o'clock.
Gads. I prythee lend me thy lanthorn, to see my gelding in the stable.
i Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i'faith.
Gads. I prythee lend me thine.
2 Car. Ay, when? canst tell?— lend me thy lanthorn, quoth a !-marry, I'll see thee hang'd first.
Gads. Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugges, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge.
[Exeunt Carriers. Enter Chamberlain. Gads. What, ho, chamberlain! Cham. 7 At hand, quoth pick-purse.
Gads. That's even as fair, as at hand, quoth the chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring. Thou lay'st the plot how.
6 I think it be trvo o'clock.] The carrier, who fufpeted Gadsbill, ftrives to mislead him as to the hour, because the first observation made in this scene is, that it was four o'clock.
STEEVENS: At hand, quoth pick-purse.) This is a proverbial expreslion often used by Green, Nath, and other writers of the time, in whose works the cant of low conversation is preserved.
STEEVENS. Vol. V, R