What? set thee down, because the air Teach me a stronger, tenderer hand than mine Bid me take hold, like thee, and not repine,- How? home again? ah, that soft laughter I too will turn, for I discern a voice Which whispers me that I am far from home; W. C. Roscoe. Hot. CCXXXVI. KING HENRY IV. ACT I. SCENE III.-London. The Palace. KING, HOTSPUR, and others. Y 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 dressed, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reaped Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfuméd like a milliner; * And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nose and took't away again ; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, With many holiday and lady terms He questioned me; amongst the rest, demanded I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience Answered neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds,-God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Betwixt my love and your high majesty. W. Shakespeare. Snuff. Aromatic powders were used as snuff before the introduction tobacco. To take in snuff' also means to take offence. Hot. CCXXXVII. KING HENRY IV. ACT II. SCENE III.-Warkworth Castle. Enter HOTSPUR reading a letter. UT, 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: 'tis 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 time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition.' Say you so, say 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 a good 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. 'Zounds, an 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? What a pagan rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my self and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king! we are prepared. I will set forward to-night. W. Shakespeare. CCXXXVIII. KING HENRY IV.-SECOND PART. ACT II. SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the Castle. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY Northumberland, and Lady PERCY. North. PRAY thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter, Give even way unto my rough affairs : Put not you on the visage of the times And be like them to Percy troublesome. Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more : Do what you will: your wisdom be your guide. North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn ; And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. Lady P. O yet, for Heaven's sake, go not to these wars! The time was, father, that you broke your word, When you were more endeared to it than now; When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, There were two honours lost, yours and your son's. And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, Became the accents of the valiant ; For those that could speak low and tardily In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That fashioned others. And him, O wondrous him! Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name To hold your honour more precise and nice Beshrew your heart, North. But I must go and meet with danger there, And find me worse provided. Lady N. O, fly to Scotland, Till that the nobles and the arméd commons Have of their puissance made a little taste. Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the king, Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, |