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Another Room in the Palace.
Enter King Henry, NORTHUMBERLAND, WOR
CESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and
have found me; for, accordingly, You tread upon my patience: but, be sure, I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty, and to be fear’d, than my condition;' Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, And therefore lost that title of respect, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.
Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little de
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
North. My lord,
9 I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition;] i. e. I will from henceforth rather put on the character that becomes me, and exert the resentment of an injured king, than still continue in the inactivity and mildness of my natural disposition.
The moody frontierma] Frontier was anciently used for fore. head.
Who, therewith a
You have good leave” to leave us; when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
(Exit WORCESTER You were about to speak.
[To North, North.
Yea, my good lord. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Were, as he says, 'not with such strength denied As is deliver'd to your majesty: Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son,
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress’d, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner; And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
his nose, and took't away again ;Took it in snuff:*—and still he smild, and talk'd; And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call’d them-untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me; among the rest demanded My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
? You have good leave) i. e. our ready assent.
* A pouncet-box,] A small box for musk or other perfumes then in fashion: the lid of which, being cut with open work,
it its name; from poinsoner, to prick, pierce, or engrave. 4 Took it in snuff:] Snuf is equivocally used for anger, and a powder taken up the nose.
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
K. Hen, Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners;
-grief-] i. e. pain.
The lives of those that he did lead to fight
Hot. Revolted Mortimer!
and indent with fears,) i. e. bargain and article with fears.
hardiment -- ] An obsolete word, signifying hardiness, bravery, stoutness. Spenser is frequent in his use of it.
three times did they drink,] It is the property of wounds to excite the most impatient thirst. The poet therefore hath with exquisite propriety introduced this circumstance, which may serve to place in its proper light the dying kindness of Sir Philip Sydney; who, though suffering the extremity of thirst from the agony of his own wounds, yet, notwithstanding, gave up his own draught of water to a wounded soldier. HENLEY.
his crisp head-] Crisp is curled.
Never did bare and rotten policy
shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease you. My lord Northumberland, We license your departure with your son :Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.
[Exeunt King HENRY, Blunt, and Train. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them:-I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause
awhile; Here comes your uncle.
Speak of Mortimer?
my dear blood drop by drop i’the dust,