Cry, Courage! to the field! and thou haft talk'd
Of fallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palifadoes, frontiers, parapets;
Of bafilifks, of cannon, culverin;
Of prisoners ranfom, and of foldiers flain,
And all the current of a heady fight.

Thy spirit within thee hath been fo at war,
And thus hath so beftir'd thee in thy fleep,
'That beads of fweat have ftood upon thy brow,
Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream:

And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On fome great fudden hafte. O, what portents are
thefe ?

Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I muft know it; elfe he loves me not.

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
fheriff?

Serv. One horfe, my lord, he brought even now.
Hot. What horfe? a roan, a crop-car? is it not?

For frontiers Sir Thomas Hanmer, and after him Dr. Warburton, read very plaufibly fortins. JOHNSON.

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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.

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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.
Lady. 9 Out, you mad-headed ape!

A weazle hath not fuch a deal of spleen
As you are toft with.

In faith, I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
I fear, my brother Mortimer doth ftir
About his title; and hath fent for you
To line his enterprize: but if you go-
Hot. So far afoot, I fhall be weary, love.
Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, anfwer me
Directly to this question that I afk.

In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
Hot. Away,

I

Away, you trifler! Love? I love thee not,
I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips:

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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,

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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

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blood,

We must have bloody nofes, and 3 crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too. -Gods me! my horfe!-
What fay'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have with
me?

Lady. Do ye not love me? do you not, indeed?
Well, do not then :-for, fince you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
Nay, tell me, if you speak in jeft, or no?
Hot. Come, wilt thou fee me ride?
And when I am o'horseback, I will fwear
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate,
I must not have you henceforth question me,
Whither I go; nor reafon, where about:
Whither I muft, I muft; and, to conclude,
This evening muft I leave thee, gentle Kate.
I know you wife; but yet no further wife
Than Harry Percy's wife. Conftant you are,
But yet a woman and for fecrefy

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.

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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,
"To Corinth any man may go."

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.
Poins. Francis!-

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. Forfooth, five years, and as much as to-
Poins. 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?

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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.

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JOHNSON.

Fran.