And come you now to tell me, John hath made

Have I not heard these islanders shout out,

Vive le roy! as I have banked their towns?

Have I not here the best cards for the game,

To win this easy match played for a crown?

And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?

No, on my soul, it never shall be said. Outside or inside, I will not re

His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?

I. by the honor of my marriage-bed, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;

And, now it is half conquered, must I back,

Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne,

What men provided, what munition sent,

To underprop this action? Is't not I. That undergo this charge? Who else but I,

And such as to my claim are liable, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?

turn

Till my attempt so much be glorified

As to my ample hope was promisèd Before I drew this gallant head of

war,

And culled these fiery spirits from the world,

To outlook conquest, and to win re

nown

Even in the jaws of danger and of death. SHAKSPEARE: King John.

HOTSPUR'S QUARREL WITH HENRY IV.

Hotspur.-The king is kind; and well we know, the king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.

My father, and my uncle, and myself,

Did give him that same royalty he

wears:

And,

when he was not six and twenty strong,

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,

A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home, My father gave him welcome to the shore:

And,

when he heard him swear, and vow to God,

He came but to be Duke of Lancas

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 poisoned with a pot of

ale.

Why, look you, I am whipped and Scourged with rods,

Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear

Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. In Richard's time,What do you call the place?

A plague upon't! it is in Gloucestershire:'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept;

His uncle York; where I first bowed my knee

Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,

When you and he came back from Ravenspurg.

Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!

Look, when his infant fortune came to age, And,-gentle Harry Percy, — and kind cousin,

The devil take such cozeners!Heaven forgive me!

Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.

SHAKSPEARE: King Henry IV.

grave,

Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,

Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph.

Enter AMBASSADORS OF FRANCE. Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure

Of ou fair cousin Dauphin; for we

hear

Your greeting is from him, not from the king.

[And as the Dauphin sends us tennis-balls,|

We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us:

His present, and your pains, we thank you for: When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set,

Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard:

Tell him. he hath made a match with such a wrangler,

That all the courts of France will be disturbed

With chaces. And we understand him well,

How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, Not measuring what use we made of them.

We never valued this poor seat of England;

And therefore, living hence, did give ourself

To barbarous license; as 'tis ever common,

That men are merriest when they are from home.

But tell the Dauphin, -I will keep my state;

Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness, When I do rouse me in my throne of France:

For that I have laid by my majesty, And plodded like a man for workingdays;

But I will rise there with so full a glory,

That I will dazzle all the eyes of
France,
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to
look on us.

And tell the pleasant prince, this mock of his Hath turned his balls to gun-stones; and his soul

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