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of a calm world and a long peace; 7 ten times more dishonourably ragged, than an old, fac'd ancient; and such have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services; that you would think, I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draft and huiks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had

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ten times more dishonourably ragged, than an old, fac’d ancient;-] Shakespeare uses this word so promiscuously, to fignify an ensign or standard-bearer, and also the colours or standard borne, that I cannot be at a certainty for his allusion here. If the text be genuine, I think the meaning must be; as disonourably ragged as one that has been an enlign all his days; that has let age creep upon him, and never had merit enough to gain preferment. Mr. Warburton, who understands it in the second construction, has suspected the text, and given the following ingenious emendation. 66 How is an old“ fac'd ancient, or enfign, dishonourably ragged on the cona

trary, nothing is esteemed more honourable than a ragged

pair of colours. A very little alteration will restore it to its “ original sense, which contains a touch of the strongest aad ** most fine-turn'd satire in the world;

Ten times more dishonourably ragged than an old feast ancient : “i. e, the colours used by the city-companies in their feasts “ and processions: for each company had one with its peculiar “ device, which was usually displayed and borne about on “ such occafions. Now nothing could be more witty or far“castical than this comparison : for as Falstaff's raggamuffins “ were reduced to their tatter'd condition through their riotous “ excesses ; so this old feast ancient became torn and Thatter'd, “ not in any manly exercise of arms, but amidst the revels of " drunken bacchanals.” THEOBALD.

Dr. Warburton's emendation is very acute and judicious ; but I know not whether the licentiousnes of our author's diction may not allow us to suppose that he meant to represent his foldiers, as more ragged, though less honourably ragged, than an old ancient. JCHNSON.

An old, fac'd ancient, is an old ftandard mended with a different colour. It Thould not be written in one word, as old and fac'd are two distinct epithets. To face a gown is to trim it; an expression at present in use. In nur author's time the facings of gowns were always of a colour different from the stuff itself. So in this play,

To face the garment of rebellion
With some fine colour. STEEVENS.

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unloaded all the gibbets, and press’d the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such fcare-crows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat. Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as 'if they had 8 gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company: and the half shirt is two napkins tack'd together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without neeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host of St. Albans, or the rednos'd inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one, they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

Enter prince Henry and Weftmorland. P. Henry. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt?

Fal. What, Hal-How now, mad wag, what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire ?--My good lord of Westmorland, I cry you mercy; I thought your ho nour had already been at Shrewsbury.

Weft. 'Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too; but my powers are there already. The king, I can tell you, looks for us all; we must away all to-night.

Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

P. Henry. I think, to steal cream, indeed; for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack; whose fellows are these that come after?

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
P. Henry. I did never see such pitiful rascals.

Fal. Tut, tut ; 9 good enough to tofs : food for powder, food for powder ; they’Il fill a pit, as well as better : tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

syves or ;-] i. e. Mackles. POPE.

good enough to toss :-) That is, to toss upon a pike. JOHNSON.

Weft. Weft. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare ; too beggarly.

Fal. Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that: and for their bareness, I am sure, they never learn'd that of me.

P. Henry. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. But, lirrah, make hafte. Percy is already in the field.

Fal. What, is the king encamp'd ?

Weft. He is, Sir John; I fear we shall stay too long

Fal. Well, To the latter end of a fray, and beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen gueft. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Changes to Shrewsbury.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Vernon.
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
Wor. It may not be.
Doug. You give him then advantage.
Ver. Not a whit.
Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
Ver. So do we.
Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful.
Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd; stir not to-night,
Ver. Do not, my lord.

Doug. You do not counsel well;
You speak it out of fear, and cold heart.

Ver. Do me no Nander, Douglas : by my life,
(And I dare well maintain it with my life)
If well-respected honour bid me on,
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives.

Let

Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
Which of us fears.

Doug. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Content.
Hot. To-night, say I.

Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much,
Being men of such great leading as you are,
That you foresee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition : certain horse
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day;
And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
That not a horse is half the half of himself.

Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
In general, journey-bated, and brought low;
The better part of ours are full of rest.

Wor. The number of the king's exceedeth ours :
For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.

[The trumpets found a parley.

Enter Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect. Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to

God, You were of our determination! Some of us love you well; and even those some Envy your great deservings, and good name ; Because you are not of our quality, But stand against us like an enemy, Blunt. And heaven defend, but still I should stand

fo, So long, as out of limit, and true rule, You stand against anointed majesty!

'fuch great leading-) Such conduct, such experience in martial business. JOHNSON.

But,

But, to my charge. - The king hath sent to know
The nature of your griefs; and whereupon
You conjure from the breast of civil peace
Such bold hoftility, teaching his duteous land
Audacious cruelty: if that the king
Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Which he confeffeth to be manifold,
He bids you name your griefs, and with all speed
You shall have your desires, with interest;
And pardon absolute for yourself, and these,
Herein mif-led by your suggestion.
Hot. The king is kind, and well we know the

king
Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
My father, and my uncle, and myself,
Did give him that same royalty he wears:
And, when he was not six-and-twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor unminded out-law, sneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the shore:
And, when we heard him swear, and vow to God,
He came to be but duke of Lancaster,
To sue his livery, and beg his peace,
With tears of innocence and terms of zeal,
My father, in kind heart and pity mov’d,
Swore him aslistance, and perform'd it too.
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,
They, more and less, came in with cap and knee ;
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages :
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs; as pages following him,
Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He presently, as greatness knows itself,
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Vol. V.

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