The works of William Shakspere; from the text of the editions by C. Knight. With glossarial notes and facts connected with his life, illustr. by W. Harvey

But when they seldom come they wish'd-for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ;a
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I'll so offend to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time when men think least I will.

[Exit.

SCENE III.-The same. Another Room in the Palace.

Enter KING HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others.

K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these indignities,

And you 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;b
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 deserves
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;

And that same greatness too which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.

North. My lord,

K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye :

O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure
The moody frontier of a servant brow.

You have good leave to leave us; when we need
Your use and counsel we shall send for you.—

[Exit WoR. [TO NORTH. Yea, my good lord.

You were about to speak.
North.
Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
As was 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 and 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
He gave his nose, and took 't away again;
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff:d and still he smil'd 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.

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,

Out of my grief and my impatience
Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what;

He should, or should not;-for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,

And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mare!)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the barmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
And, I beseech you, let not this report
Come current for an accusation,

Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said

To such a person, and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest re-told,
May reasonably die, and never rise
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
What then he said, so he unsay it now.

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners:
But with proviso, and exception,

That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
Who, in my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
The lives of those that he did lead to fight
Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower;
Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?
Shall we buy treason? and indent with feres,a
When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
For I shall never hold that man my friend
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer!

He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

But by the chance of war ;-To prove that true Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,

In single opposition, hand to hand,

He did confound the best part of an hour

In changing hardiment with great Glendower:

Three times they breath'd, and three times did they dri.k,

Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;

Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,

And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.
Never did base and rotten policy

Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Nor never could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all willingly:

Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.

K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belic

Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or shall hear in such a kind from me
you

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.

Peace, cousin, say no more

And now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
As full of peril, and adventurous spirit,
As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,

North What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

awhile;

Here comes your uncle.

Hot.

Re-enter WORCESTER.

Speak of Mortimer?

Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
In his behalf I'll empty all these veins,

And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust,
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
As high i' the air as this unthankful king,
As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew
mad.
[TO WORCESTER.
War. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone?
Est. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
And when I urg'd the ransom once again
Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale;
And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood?"

North. He was: I heard the proclamation :
And then it was, when the unhappy king
Whose wrongs in us God pardon!) did set forth
Upon his Irish expedition;

From whence he, intercepted, did return

To be depos'd, and shortly murthered.

Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink or swim:Send danger from the east unto the west,

So honour cross it from the north to south,
And let them grapple ;-the blood more stirs

To rouse a lion than to start a hare.

North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without corrival, all her dignities:
But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.-
Good cousin, give me audience for a while,
And list to me.

Hot. I cry you mercy.
Wor.

That are your prisoners,-
Hot.

Those same noble Scots,

I'll keep them all;
By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them;
No, if a Scot would save his soul he shall not:
I'll keep them, by this hand.
Wor.

You start away,
And lend no ear unto my purposes.-

Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide Those prisoners you shall keep. mouth

Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.

Hot. But, soft, I pray you : Did king Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer

Heir to the crown?

North.
Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv d.
But shall it be that you, that set the crown

He did; myself did hear it.

Upon the head of this forgetful man,
And, for his sake, wear the detested blot
Of murtherous subornation, shall it be,

That you a world of curses undergo,
Being the agents, or base second means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
9. pardon, if that I descend so low,
To show the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle king.
Stall it, for shame, be spoken in these days,
Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power
Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf,—
As both of you, God pardon it! have done,-
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
And plant this thorn, this canker," Bolingbroke?
And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken,
That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off
By him for whom these shames ye underwent ?
N; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
to the good thoughts of the world again :

*This canker. The canker is the dog-rose-the rose of the haze, not of the garden.

Hot.

Nay, I will; that's flatHe said he would not ransom Mortimer; Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer But I will find him when he lies asleep,

And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!

Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,

To keep his anger still in motion.

Wor. Hear you, cousin; a word.

Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,

Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:

And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales,

But that I think his father loves him not,

And would be glad he met with some mischance,
I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you,
When you are better temper'd to attend.
North. Why, what a wasp-tongued and impatient

fool

Why, what a candy deal of courtesy

Hot. You say true:

This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
Look," when his infant fortune came to age,"
And,-" gentle Harry Percy,"—and, "kind cousin,'
O, the devil take such cozeners!- -God forgive me!-

Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to 't again;
We'll stay your leisure.

Hot.

I have done, in sooth.

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons,
Which I shall send you written, be assur'd,

Will easily be granted.-You, my lord, [To NORTH.
Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd,
The archbishop.

Hot.
Wor.

Of York, is 't not?

Upon my life it will do wond'rous well.

North. Before the game's a-foot thou still lett'st slip.
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot :-
And then the power of Scotland and of York,
To join with Mortimer, ha?

Wor.
And so they shall.
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 't is no little reason bids us speed,
To save our heads by raising of a head
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The king will always think him in our debt;
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And see already, how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.

Hot. He does, he does; we 'll be reveng'd on him.
Wor. Cousin, farewell;-No further go in this,
Than I by letters shall direct your course,
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly.
I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer;
Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once.

True; who bears hard (As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation a

As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and set down;
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust,
Hot. Uncle, adieu :-O, let the hours be short,
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!

[Exeunt

ACT II.

SCENE I.-Rochester. An Inn Yard.

Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!

Ost. [Within.] Anon, anon.

1 Car. I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess."

Enter another Carrier.

2 Car. Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and this is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this house is turned upside down since Robin ostler died.

1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.

2 Car. I think this is the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench.

1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.

2 Car. Why, you will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie

breeds fleas like a loach.

were not as good a deed as drink to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.-Come, and be hanged Hast no faith in thee?

Enter GADSHILL.

Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.b

Gads. I prithee, lend me thy lantern, to see my geld ing in the stable.

1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth. two of that.

Gads. I prithee, lend me thine.

2 Car. Ay, when? canst tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth a?-marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge. [Exeunt Carriers.

Gads. What, ho! chamberlain! Cham. [Within.] At hand, quoth pickpurse. Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.

Enter Chamberlain.

It holds

Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. current that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin in the wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one

a Lett st slip. The greyhound is held in slips, and is 100sened when "the game 's a-fot."

Two o'clock. The carrier is deceiving Gadshill. He has just said it is four o'clock.

• Wild of Kent. Undoubtedly the weald of Kent.

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas' clerks I'll give thee this neck.

that bath abundance of charges too, God knows what. Bardolph!-Peto!-I'll starve, ere I 'll rob a foot furThey are up already, and call for eggs and butter: ther. An 't were not as good a deed as drink, to turn They will away presently. true man, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough: A plague upon 't, when thieves cannot be true one to another! [They whistle.] Whew!-A plague light upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged.

Cham. No, I'll none of it: I prithee, keep that for the hangman; for I know thou worshipp'st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.

Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I bang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and thou knowest he 's no starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou Creamest not of, the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake make all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; b none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued malt-worms: but with nobility and tranquillity; burgomasters and great oneyers;d such as can hold in; such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continually unto their saint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots.

Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots? will sie bold out water in foul way?

Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the receipt of fem-seed, we walk invisible.

Cham. Nay, by my faith; I think rather you are tore beholding to the night than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible.

Geds. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our purchase, as I am a true man.

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false

tief.

Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll go seek him. [Pretends to seek POINS. Fal. I am accurs'd to rob in that thief's company: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the squire' further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years; and yet I a bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged: it could not be else; I have drunk medicines-Poins!-Hal!-A plague upon you both!

"Saint Nicholas' clerks-thieves.

* Sispenny strikers-petty footpads-robbers for sixpence. Malt-worms-drunkards.

Chegers, Johnson thinks that great oneyers is merely a rant phrase for great ones.

Purchase. This was a soft name for a theft, of the same kind as convey.

By the squire-by the rule.

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers.

Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt a me thus?

P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.

Fal. I prithee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son.

P. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your ostler? Fal. Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent, garters! If I be ta'en, I 'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: When a jest is so forward, and afoot too,-I hate it.

P. Hen. You four shall front them in the narrow lane; Ned and I will walk lower: if they 'scape from your encounter, then they light on us.

Peto. How many be there of them?
Gads. Some eight, or ten.

Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?

P. Hen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch?

Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather: but yet no coward, Hal.

P. Hen. We ll leave that to the proof.

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

Fal. Now cannot I strike him if I should be hanged.
P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?
Poins. Here, hard by; stand close.

Exeunt P. HENRY and POINS.
Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say
I; every man to his business.

KING HENRY IV.-PART I.

Fal. Hang ge, gorbellied knaves; Are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs; I would your store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves, young men must live: You are grand-jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i' faith. [Exeunt FALS., &c., driving the Travellers out. Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS.

P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.

Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

Re-enter Thieves.

Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more valour in that Poins than in a wild duck.

P. Hen. Your money. [Rushing out upon them.

Poins. Villains.

[As they are sharing, the PRINCE and POINS set
upon them.
They all run away; and FAL-
STAFF, after a blow or two, runs away too,
leaving the booty behind.

P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear
So strongly, that they dare not meet each other;
Each takes his fellow for an officer.
Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.
Poins. How the rogue roar'd!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Warkworth. A Room in the Castle.

Enter HOTSPUR, reading a letter.

But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house."-He could be contented,-Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our house: -he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous;"-Why, that 's certain; 't is dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink: but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named uncertain; the ime itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition."--Say you so, my you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! I protest, our plot is as good a plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of them, set forward already? pagan rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you shall see What a now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay open all our proceedings. O, I a Chuffs. The word chuff seems to mean a swollen, pampered glutton.

The original stage-direction has been inconsiderately deviated from in the modern editions, which read, "Falstaff, after a blow or two, and the rest, run away;" whereas Falstaff, staying behind after the rest have run away, and giving "a blow or two," is clearly not the coward which it has been the fashion to consider him.

ACT II.

could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving sen Hang him! Let him tell the king: We are prepared: a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable an action! I will set forward to-night.

Enter LADY PERCY.

How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours.

For what offence have I, this fortnight, been
Lady. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thee
Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth;
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
And start so often when thou sitt'st alone?
And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,
In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
To thick-ey'd musing and curs'd melancholy
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars:
Cry, Courage!--to the field! And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies and retires; of trenches, tents;
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;
Of palisadoes, frortiers, parapets;
Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,
And all the current of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
That beads of sweat have stood 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 some great sudden haste. O, what portents are
these?

And I must know it, else he loves me not.
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 those horses from t.e
sheriff?

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

Well, I will back him straight: Esperancé ! —
That roan shall be my throne.
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. [Exit Servant
Lady. But hear you, my lord.
Hot. What say'st thou, my lady?
Lady. What is it carries you away?
Hot. Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape!
As you are toss'd with. In sooth,
I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir
To line his enterprise: But if you go-
About his title; and hath sent for you,

Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
Directly to this question that I shall ask.
Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
Away, you trifler!-Love?-I love thee not,
Hot. Away,
I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world

a Retires-retreats.

b Frontiers. A frontier is something standing in front. the frontier of a territory is the part opposed to, fronting another territory; and in this way a fort is a frontier, as ir this passage.

Esperance. This is the motto of the Percy family.

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