1747Makes Welsh as sweet as Ditties highly penn'd,

1748Sung by a faire Queene in a Summers Bowre,

1749With rauishing Diuision to her Lute.

1750Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she runne madde.

1752Mort. O, I am Ignorance it selfe in this.

1753Glend. She bids you,

1754On the wanton Rushes lay you downe,

1755And rest your gentle Head vpon her Lappe,

1756And she will sing the Song that pleaseth you,

1757And on your Eye-lids Crowne the God of Sleepe,

1758Charming your blood with pleasing heauinesse;

1759Making such difference betwixt Wake and Sleepe,

1760As is the difference betwixt Day and Night,

1761The houre before the Heauenly Harneis'd Teeme

1762Begins his Golden Progresse in the East.

1763Mort. With all my heart Ile sit, and heare her sing:

1764By that time will our Booke, I thinke, be drawne.

1765Glend. Doe so:

1766And those Musitians that shall play to you,

1767Hang in the Ayre a thousand Leagues from thence;

1768And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.

1769Hotsp. Come Kate, thou art perfect in lying downe:

1770Come, quicke, quicke, that I may lay my Head in thy

1771Lappe.

1772Lady. Goe, ye giddy-Goose.

1774Hotsp. Now I perceiue the Deuill vnderstands Welsh,

1775And 'tis no maruell he is so humorous:

1776Byrlady hee's a good Musitian.

1777Lady. Then would you be nothing but Musicall,

1778For you are altogether gouerned by humors:

1779Lye still ye Theefe, and heare the Lady sing in Welsh.

1780Hotsp. I had rather heare (Lady) my Brach howle in

1781Irish.

1782Lady. Would'st haue thy Head broken?

1783Hotsp. No.

1784Lady. Then be still.

1785Hotsp. Neyther, 'tis a Womans fault.

1786Lady. Now God helpe thee.

1787Hotsp. To the Welsh Ladies Bed.

1788Lady. What's that?

1789Hotsp. Peace, shee sings.

1791Hotsp. Come, Ile haue your Song too.

1792Lady. Not mine, in good sooth.

1793Hotsp. Not yours, in good sooth?

1794You sweare like a Comfit-makers Wife:

1795Not you, in good sooth; and, as true as I liue;

1796And, as God shall mend me; and, as sure as day:

1797And giuest such Sarcenet suretie for thy Oathes,

1798As if thou neuer walk'st further then Finsbury.

1799Sweare me, Kate, like a Lady, as thou art,

1800A good mouth-filling Oath: and leaue in sooth,

1801And such protest of Pepper Ginger-bread,

1802To Veluet-Guards, and Sunday-Citizens.

1803Come, sing.

1804Lady. I will not sing.

1805Hotsp. 'Tis the next way to turne Taylor, or be Red-

1806brest teacher: and the Indentures be drawne, Ile away

1807within these two howres: and so come in, when yee

1808will. Exit.

1809Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer, you are as slow,

1810As hot Lord Percy is on fire to goe.

1811By this our Booke is drawne: wee'le but seale,

1812And then to Horse immediately.

1813Mort. With all my heart. Exeunt.

1816King. Lords, giue vs leaue:

1817The Prince of Wales, and I,

1818Must haue some priuate conference:

1819But be neere at hand,

1820For wee shall presently haue neede of you.

1822I know not whether Heauen will haue it so,

1823For some displeasing seruice I haue done;

1824That in his secret Doome, out of my Blood,

1825Hee'le breede Reuengement, and a Scourge for me:

1826But thou do'st in thy passages of Life,

1827Make me beleeue, that thou art onely mark'd

1828For the hot vengeance, and the Rod of heauen

1829To punish my Mistreadings. Tell me else,

1830Could such inordinate and low desires,

1831Such poore, such bare, such lewd, such meane attempts,

1832Such barren pleasures, rude societie,

1833As thou art matcht withall, and grafted too,

1834Accompanie the greatnesse of thy blood,

1835And hold their leuell with thy Princely heart?

1836Prince. So please your Maiesty, I would I could

1837Quit all offences with as cleare excuse,

1838As well as I am doubtlesse I can purge

1839My selfe of many I am charg'd withall:

1840Yet such extenuation let me begge,

1841As in reproofe of many Tales deuis'd,

1842Which oft the Eare of Greatnesse needes must heare,

1843By smiling Pick-thankes, and base Newes-mongers;

1844I may for some things true, wherein my youth

1845Hath faultie wandred, and irregular,

1846Finde pardon on my true submission.

1847King. Heauen pardon thee:

1848Yet let me wonder, Harry,

1849At thy affections, which doe hold a Wing

1850Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.

1851Thy place in Councell thou hast rudely lost,

1852Which by thy younger Brother is supply'de;

1853And art almost an alien to the hearts

1854Of all the Court and Princes of my blood.

1855The hope and expectation of thy time

1856Is ruin'd, and the Soule of euery man

1857Prophetically doe fore-thinke thy fall.

1858Had I so lauish of my presence beene,

1859So common hackney'd in the eyes of men,

1860So stale and cheape to vulgar Company;

1861Opinion, that did helpe me to the Crowne,

1862Had still kept loyall to possession,

1863And left me in reputelesse banishment,

1864A fellow of no marke, nor likelyhood.

1865By being seldome seene, I could not stirre,

1866But like a Comet, I was wondred at,