Cry, Courage! to the field! and thou haft talk'd Thy spirit within thee hath been fo at war, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone? Enter Servant. Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. Hot. Hath Butler brought thofe horses from the Serv. One horfe, my lord, he brought even now. For frontiers Sir Thomas Hanmer, and after him Dr. Warburton, read very plaufibly fortins. JOHNSON. 66 Plaufible as this is, it is apparently erroneous, and therefore unneceffary. Frontiers formerly meant not only the boundaries of different territories, but also the forts built along, or near thofe limits. In Ive's Practice of Fortification, printed in 1589, p. 1, it is faid, "A forte not placed where it were needful, might fkantly be accounted for frontier." Again, p. 21. In the frontiers made by the late emperor Charles the Fifth, divers of their walles having given way," &c. P. 34. "It fhall not be neceffary to make the bulwarkes in townes io great as thofe in royall frontiers." P. 40. "When as any open towne or other inhabited place is to be fortified, whe"ther the fame be to be made a royal frontier, or to be meanly "defended," &c. This account of the word will, I hope, be thought fuficient. 66 STEEVENS. Ser. Serv. It is, my lord. Hot. That roan fhall be my throne. Well, I will back him ftrait.-O Efperance! Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. [Exit Serv. Lady. But hear you, my lord. Hot. What fay'ft thou, my lady? Lady. What is it carries you away? Hot. Why, my horse, my love, my horse. A weazle hath not fuch a deal of spleen In faith, I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, I Away, you trifler! Love? I love thee not, 2 We Out, you mad-headed ape!] This and the following speech of the lady are in the early editions printed as profe; thofe editions are indeed in fuch cafes of no great authority, but perhaps they were right in this place, for fome words have been left out to make the metre. JOHNSON. Hot. Away, away, you trifler! ter thus, 2 love! I love thee not,] This I think would be bet Hot. Away, you trifler! Lady. Love! Hot. I love thee not. This is no time, go. JOHNSON. mammets,-] Puppets. JOHNSON. So Stubbs, fpeaking of ladies dreft in the fashion, fays, "they are not natural, but artificial women, not women of Refh and 66 blood, We must have bloody nofes, and 3 crack'd crowns, Lady. Do ye not love me? do you not, indeed? No lady clofer; for I well believe, 4Thou wilt not utter what thou doft not know; And fo far I will truft thee, gentle Kate. Lady. How! fo far? Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate: Whither I go, thither fhall you go too; To-day will I fet forth, to-morrow you. Will this content you, Kate? Lady. It muft of force. [Exeunt. blood, but rather puppets or mammets, confifting of ragges "and clowts compact together." So in the cld comedy of Every Woman in her Humour, 1609, "I have feen the city of new Nineveh, and Julius Cæfar, "acted by mammets." STEEVENS. 3 crack'd crowns,] Signifies at once crack'd money and a broken head. Current will apply to both; as it refers to money, its fenfe is well known; as it is applied to a broken head, it infinuates that a foldier's wounds entitle him to univerfal reception. JOHNSON. 4 Thou wilt not utter what thou deft not know;] This line is borrow'd from a proverbial fentence- "A woman conceals "what he knows not." See Ray's Proverbs. STEEVENS. SCENE SCENE IV. The Boar's-bead tavern in Eaft-cheap. Enter prince Henry and Poins. P. Henry, Ned, pr'ythee come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Poins. Where haft been, Hal? P. Henry. With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or fourfcore hogfheads. I have founded the very bafe ftring of humility. Sirrah, I am fworn brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by their Christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their confcience, that though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtefy; and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a 5 Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy: (by the Lord, fo they call me;) and when I am king of England, I fhall command all the good lads in Eaft cheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they cry, hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am fo good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou haft loft much honour, 5- Corinthian,-] A wencher. JOHNSON. This cant expreffion is common in old plays. So Randolph in The jealous Lovers, 1632, let him wench, "Buy me all Corinth for him." "Non cuivis homini contingit adire Corinthum.” So in the tragedy of Nero, 1633, "Nor us, tho' Romans, Lais will refufe, Again, in Maflinger's Great Duke of Florence, "Or the cold Cynic whom Corinthian Lais," &c. STEEVENS. that that thou wert not with me in this action. But, fweet Ned,-to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of fugar, clapt even now into my hand by an under-fkinker, one that never spake other English in his life, than Eight fhillings and fixpence, and You are welcome, Sir: with this fhrill addition, Anon, anon, Sir: Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon, or fo. But, Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff come, I pr'ythee do thou ftand in fome bye-room, while I queftion my puny drawer, to what end he gave me the fugar; and do thou never leave calling Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing but, Anon. Step afide, and I'll fhew thee a precedent. [Poins retires. Poins. Francis! P. Henry. Thou art perfect. 7 Enter Francis the drawer. Fran. Anon, anon, Sir.-Look down into the Pomgranate, Ralph. P. Henry. Come hither, Francis. Fran. My lord. P. Henry. How long haft thou to serve, Francis? Fran. Anon, anon, Sir. P. Henry. Five years! by'rlady, a long leafe for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, dareft thou be fo valiant as to play the coward with thy indenture, and fhew it a fair pair of heels, and run from it? 6 under-fkinker,-] A tapfter; an under-drawer. Skiak is drink, and a skinker is one that ferves drink at table. JOHNSON. 7 Enter Francis the drawer.] This fcene, helped by the dif traction of the drawer, and grimaces of the prince, may entertain upon the ftage, but affords not much delight to the reader. The author has judiciously made it short. 2 JOHNSON. Fran. |