ACT IV. SCENE I. The rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS. Such attribution should the Douglas have, The tongues of soothers; but a braver place No man so potent breathes upon the ground, Hot. Do so, and 'tis well. Enter a Messenger, with letters. What letters hast thou there?-I can but thank you. Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.2 Wor. I pr'ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth; And at the time of my departure thence, He was much feared by his physician. Wor. I would the state of time had first been whole, 1 Disdain. 2 The folio reads, "not I his mind;" the quarto, 1598, "not I my mind." The emendation is Capell's. Ere he by sickness had been visited. His health was never better worth than now. infect This sickness doth The very life-blood of our enterprise ; Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Doug. 2 'Faith, and so we should; Where now remains a sweet reversion; A comfort of retirement lives in this. Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here. 1 That is, on any less near to himself, or whose interest is remote. 2 Where, for whereas. 3 i. e. "a support to which we may have recourse." The quality and hair' of our attempt This absence of your father's draws a curtain, Before not dreamt of. Hot. You strain too far. I, rather, of his absence make this use;- Than if the earl were here: for men must think, Yet all goes well; yet all our joints are whole. Doug. As heart can think. There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term3 of fear. Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON. Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. Ver. 'Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince John. Hot. No harm. What more? Ver. And further, I have learned, 1 Hair was anciently used, metaphorically, for the color, complexion, or nature of a thing. 2 The assailing side. 3 The folio reads "dream of fear." The king himself in person is set forth, Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his son, The nimble-footed,' mad-cap prince of Wales, And his comrades, that daffed the world aside, And bid it pass? Ver. All furnished, all in arms, 1 It is recorded of the prince, that "he was passing swift in running." 2 This is the reading of all the old copies, which Hanmer altered to “All plumed like estridges, and with the wind Johnson changed it thus: "All plumed like estridges, that wing the wind; This reading had been adopted by Malone and Steevens. But if a clear sense can be deduced from the passage as it stands, no conjectural alteration of the text should be admitted. The meaning may be this:-"The prince and his comrades were all furnished, all in arms, all plumed: like estridges (ostriches) that bated (i. e. flutter or beat) the wind with their wings; like eagles having lately bathed." Bating, or to bate, in falconry, is the unquiet fluttering of a hawk-to beat the wing (batter l'ale, Ital.. All birds bate, i. e. flutter, beat, or flap their wings to dry their feathers after bathing; and the mode in which the ostrich uses its wings, to assist itself in running with the wind, is of this character; it is a fluttering or a flapping, not a flight. Bated refers both to the flapping of the plumes, and of the wings of the ostrich; the plumage of that bird is displayed to more advantage when its wings are in motion, than when at rest; and hence the propriety of representing the feathers of the helmets flouting the air to the plumage of the ostrich when its wings were in motion, or when it "bated the air, like eagles lately bathed." 3 The beaver of a helmet was a movable piece, which lifted up or down to enable the wearer to drink or take breath more freely. It is frequently, though improperly, used to express the helmet itself. VOL. III. 67 To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun in March, This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; 1 And yet not ours.-Come, let me take my horse, Against the bosom of the prince of Wales. Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse. Ver. There is more news. I learned in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot draw his power this fourteen days. Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach unto ? Ver. To thirty thousand. Hot. Forty let it be; My father and Glendower being both away, The powers of us may serve so great a day. Come, let us make a muster speedily; Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily. Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. 1 The quartos of 1598 and 1599 read taste. [Exeunt. |