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may presume, for the purpose of representation.” And he goes on to say that “the variations are so numerous, that we can hardly believe the MS. was transcribed from any printed edition. At all events, we cannot discover any which contains them. If the adapter was a player, there seems to be no preponderating reason why the MS. should not originally have been the property of one of the metropolitan theatres, and have been prepared for the use of such an establishment."

The discovery of any of Shakespeare's plays in manuscript of a date even approaching his own time, is alone sufficiently interesting in a literary point of view; the editor's suggestion that the Dering MS. may have been derived from some independent source, cannot, however, be maintained. There is abundant internal evidence to show that it was copied, in the first instance, from the quarto edition of 1613; and as the transcript was apparently made during the reign of James I, with a view to private performance, by the friends of Sir Edward Deryng, the first baronet, the language was, as usual, altered to suit the taste of the day; the various readings, therefore, whatever their merit, cannot be accepted as of any authority in elucidating the text.

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Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenc'd in strands afar remote.

K. HEN. So shaken

care,

are, so wan with

a Strands-] The old text has stronds.

No more the thirsty entrance of this soil

Such beastly, shameless transformation,
Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; By those Welchwomen done, as may not be,
No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Without much shame, retold or spoken of.
Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs

K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this Of hostile paces : those opposed eyes,

broil Which,-like the meteors of a troubled heaven, Brake off our business for the Holy Land. All of one nature, of one substance bred,

West. This, match'd with other, dide, my Did lately meet in the intestine shock

gracious lord; And furious close of civil butchery,

For* more uneven and unwelcome news Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, Came from the north, and thus it did import. March all one way; and be no more oppos’d On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies : Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, That ever-valiant and approved Scot, No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, At Holmedon met, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,

Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross As by discharge of their artillery, We are impressed and engaged to fight,)

And shape of likelihood, the news was told; Forthwith a power of English shall we levy; For he that brought them, in the very heat Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb And pride of their contention, did take horse, To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,

Uncertain of the issue any way.

[friend, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,

K. Hen. Here is a dear and I true-industrious Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

Stain'd & with the variation of each soil But this our purpose now is twelve-months old, Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours ; And bootless 'tis to tell you, we will go ;

And he hath brought us smooth and welcome') Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,

The earl of Douglas is discomfited; What yesternight our council did decree,

Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, In forwarding this dear expedience.

Balk'd' in their own blood, did sir Walter see West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, On Holmedon's plains : of prisoners, Hotspur took And many limits of the charge set down

Mordake the T earl of Fife, and eldest son
But yesternight: when, all athwart, there came To beaten Douglas ; & and the earl of Athol,
A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer, And is not this an honourable spoil ?
Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it net?
Against the irregular and wild Glendower,

WEST. In faith, it is;
Was by the rude hands of that Welchman taken, A conquest for a prince to boast of.
And a thousand of his people butchered :

K. HEN. Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse,

news.

mak'st me sin

a No more the thirsty entrance of this soil-) Long and fruitless has been the controversy upon the word entrance, here. For a time, indeed, the ingenious and classical Erinnys of Monck Mason was permitted to supersede it in some editions; and a few critics advocated the substitution of entrants recommended by Steevens, or the less elegant entrails proposed by Douce; but these readings have had their day, and the general feeling is now in favour of retaining the old expression. Thirsty entrance

nly obscure, but it might be used metaphorically for the parched crevices of the earth after long drought, without any serious impropriety. There is something similar in a passage of the “ Troublesome Raigne of King John," with which Shakespeare was perfectly familiar :

" Is all the blood yspilt on either part,

Closing the cranies of the thirslie earth

Growne to a love game and a bridall feast?" b As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,

(*) First folio, Far.

(+) First folio, report. (1) First quarto, a.

() First folio, strain'd. (11) First folio, welcomes. (1) Old copies omit, the. c Now is twelve months old,-) So the first quarto; the folio reads, is a twelvemonth old.

d Upon whose dead corps-] The folio has corpes. We should, perhaps, read corses.

e This, match'd with other, did, my gracious lord;] The folic, following the quarto of 1613, from which it appears to have been printed, reads, This match'd with other like, &c.

f Balk'd in their own blood, -] For Balk'd, that is ridged, or heaped up, there is classic authority: "Ingentes Rutule spectabit cædis Acervos." Æn. X. 245, and“ ingentes Rutulorum linquis Acervos :" X. 509; but many will prefer the conjectural reading bak'd, of Steevens: which he well supports by the following passages from Heywood's “ Iron Age," 1632:

Troilus lies embak'd
In his cold blood".
And,

bak'd in blood and dust."
Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son
To beaten Douglas ;-)
This is an error into which the poet was led by a mis pointed
passage in Holinshed. Mordake Earl of Fife was the son of the
Duke of Albany, Regent of Scotland

Forthwith a power of English shall we levy.) To levy a power as far as to the sepulchre of Christ, Steevens objected was an expression quite unexampled. Gifford has shown, however, (Ben Jonson, Vol. V. p. 138,] that the construction was not peculiar, by quoting an instance of it from Gosson's School of Abuse, 1587, “Scipio, before he levied his force to the walles of Carthage, gave his soldiers the print of the citie on a cake to be devoured.”

coz',

In envy that my lord Northumberland

forgotten to demand that truly which thou would'st Should be the father to* so blest a son :

truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; time of the day ? unless hours were cups of sack, Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant ; and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride: bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flameSee riot and dishonour stain the brow

coloured taffata, I see no reason why thou should'st Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, be so superfluous to demand the time of the day. That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal: for In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, we, that take purses, go by the moon and the* And call'd mine, Percy, his, Plantagenet ! seven stars ; and not by Phæbus, - he, that Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. wandering knight so fair. And, I prythee, But let him from my thoughts. What think you, sweet wag, when thou art king,—as, God save

thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners,

wilt have none,) Which he in this adventure hath surpris’d,

P. HEN. What! none ? To his own use he keeps ; and sends me word, Fal. No, by my troth ;+ not so much as will I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is P. HEN. Well, how then ? come, roundly, Worcester,

roundly. Malevolent to you in all aspects,

Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up king, let not us, that are squires of the night's The crest of youth against your dignity.

body, be called thieves of the day's beauty ; let K. HEN. But I have sent for him to answer us be—Diana's forester's, Gentlemen of the shade,

Minions of the moon; and let men say, we bo And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect men of good government; being governed as the Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we under whose countenance we-steal. Will hold at Windsor,t so inform the lords :

P. Hen. Thou say'st well ; and it holds well But come yourself with speed to us again; too: for the fortune of us, that are the moon's For more is to be said, and to be done,

men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being Than out of anger can be uttered.

governed as the sea is, by the moon. As, for West. I will, my liege.

[Exeunt. proof, now : a purse of gold most resolutely

snatched on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing

lay by; and spent with crying-bring in :d now, SCENE II.The same. An apartment in a in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder ; and, Tavern.(1)

by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the

gallows. Enter HENRY, Prince of Wales, and FalstAFF. Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And

is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ? wench ? e

P. HEN. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla,“ my old lad of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and of the castle. And is not a buff jerkins a most sleeping upon benches & after noon, that thou hast sweet robe of durance ?

this;

(*) First folio, of.

(t) First folio inserts, and.

(1) First folio inserts, in the. * I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife.] In this refusal Hotspur was justified by the law of arms; every prisoner whose redemption did not exceed ten thousand crowns being at the disposal of his captor, either for ranson or acquittal. Mordake, however, being a prince of the royal blood, could be rightfully claimed by the king.

b To demand that truly which thou would'st truly know.) The prince appears to object that Falstaff asks the time of day, when all his pursuits have reference to night.

Thieves of the day's beauty;) For beauty,Theobald reads booty; but Malone conjectures that a pun was intended on the word beauty, which was to be pronounced as it still is in some counties, booty.

(*) First folio omits, the. (t) First folio omits, by my troth.

(1) First folio omits, By the Lord. been a slang term for the highwayman's “stand." The bring in, was the tavern call for more wine.

e And is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench ?] The humour of asking a question or making an observation quite irrelevant to the conversation going on, is very ancient. It must have been common in Shakespeare's

time, for it is frequently found in the old dramas, and he himself indulges in this vein again in the present play, where the prince mystifies poor Francis,-"Why then, your brown bastard is your only drink." It occurs also in Hamlet more than once. Ben Jonson calls it a game of vapours.

{ As the honey of Hybla,-) The folio reads, Ás is the honey, omitting the words, of Hybla.

d Got with swearing-lay by; and spent with crying-bring in.) Lay by, is a nautical phrase meaning slacken sail, and may have

& And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durancel] See note (1), p. 150.

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FAL. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in of old father antic the law? Do not thou, when thy quips and thy quiddities ? what a plague have thou art * king, hang a thief. I to do with a buff jerkin ?

P. HEN. No; thou shalt. [brave judge. P. HEN. Why, what a pox have I to do with FAL. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord,+ I'll be a my hostess of the tavern?

P. HEN. Thou judgest false already; I mean, Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so many a time and oft.

become a rare bangman. P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy FAL. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it

jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in the FAL. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast

court, I can tell

you. paid all there.

P. HEN. For obtaining of suits ? P. HEN. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the would stretch; and, where it would not, I have used hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am my credit.

as melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear. FAL. Yea, and so used it, that were it not* P. HEN. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. here apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagI prythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows

pipe.(2) standing in England when thou art king ? and P. HEN. What say'st thou to a hare, or the resolution thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty curb melancholy of Moor-ditch ? (3)

(*) First folio omits, not. a l'u be a brave judge.] Shakespeare had probably in his mind a passage from the old play of “The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth,"

“Henry V. But Ned, so soone as I am king, the first thing I will doo, shal be to put my Lord chiefe Justice out of office, and thou shalt be my Lord chiefe Justice of England."

“Ned. Shall I be Lorde chiefe Justice ? By gog's wounds ile be the bravest Lorde chiefe Justice That ever was in England."

b A gib cat,-) Gilbert and Tibert, contracted into Gib and Tib, were the common names for cats in former times, Gib being usually applied to an old cat. Why this animal or "an old lion," or a "lugged bear," should be accounted melancholy, unless from the gravity of its carriage, has never been shown, but the simile "as

(*) First folio inserts, a. (t) First folio omits, By the Lord.

(1) First folio omits, S'blood. melancholy as a cat," was in frequent use:-thus in Lilly's “Midas," —

"Pet. How now, Motto, all amort!

Mot. I am as melancholy as a cat." C A hare,-) The following extract, from Turberville's Book on Hunting and Falconry, is a better explanation of this passage than any given by the commentators :- The Hare first taught us the use of the hearbe called wyld Succory, which is very excellent for those which are disposed to be melancholicke: Shee herselfe is one of the most melancholicke beasts that is, and to heale her own infirmitie she goeth commonly to sit under that hearbe."

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