Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, On Holmedon's plains: of prisoners, Hotspur took West. It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. In envy that my Lord Northumberland Of my young Harry. Oh, that it could be proved, Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, Malevolent to you in all aspects. K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; And, for this cause, awhile, we must neglect Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. [Rises. Cousin, on Wednesday next, our council we Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lord: But come yourself with speed to us again; REMARKS. THIS is a play which all men admire, and which most women dislike. Many revolting expressions in the comic parts, much boisterous courage in some of the graver scenes, together with Falstaff's unwieldy person, offend every female auditor; and whilst a facetious Prince of Wales is employed in taking purses on the highway, a lady would rather see him stealing hearts at a ball, though the event might produce more fatal consequences. The great Percy, they confess, pays some attention to his wife, but still more to his horse: and, as the king was a rebel before he mounted the throne, and all women are naturally loyal, they shudder at a crowned head leagued with a traitor's heart. With all these plausible objections, infinite entertainment and instruction may be received from this drama, even by the most delicate readers. They will observe the pen of a faithful historian, as well as of a great poet; and they ought, surely, to be charmed with every character, as a complete copy of nature; admiring even the delinquency of them all, far beyond that false display of unsullied virtue, so easy |