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Idly suppos'd the founder of this law;
So hath your highness; never king of England Who died within the year of our redemption Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects; Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the great Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England, Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. Beyond the river Sala, in the year
Cant. o, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, With blood, and sword, and fire, to win your right: King Pepin, which deposed Childerick,
In aid whereof, we of the spirituality Did, as heir general, being descended
Will raise your highness such a mighty sum, of Blithild, which was daughter to king Clothair, As never did the clergy at one time Make claim and title to the crown of France. Bring in to any of your ancestors. Hugh Capet also,—that usurp'd the crown K. Hen. We must not only arm to invade the or Charles thc duke of Lorain, sole heir male
French; of the true line and stock of Charles the great,- But lay down our proportions to defend To fine' his title with some show of truth,
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us (Though, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,) With all advantages. Convey'd himself as heir to the lady Lingare, Cant. They of those marches,' gracious 80V Daughter to Charlemain, who was ihe son
reign, To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son Shall be a wall susficient to defend or Charles the great. Also king Lewis the tenth, Our inland from the pilfering borderers. Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
K. Hien. We do not mean the coursing snatchong Could not keep quict in his conscience,
only, Wearing the crown of France, till sa fied But fear the main intendment of the Scot, That sair queen Isabel, his grandmother,
Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; Was lineal of the lady Ermengare,
For you shall read, that my great grandfather Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorain: Neyer went with his forces into France, By the which marriage, the line of Charles the great Butyhat the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom Was re-united to the crown of France.
Camé pouring, like the tide into a breach, So that, as clear as is the summer's sun,
With ample and brim fulness of his force; King Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim, Galling the gleaned land with hot essays; King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear
Girding with grievous siege, castles and towns, To hold in right and title of the female:
That England, being empty of defence,
harm’d, my liege:
And she a mourning widow of her nobles, K. Hen. May I, with right and conscience, make She hath herself not only well desended, this claim ?
But taken, and impounded as a stray, Cant. The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! The king of Scots; whom she did send to France, For in the book of Numbers is it writ,
To fill king Edward's fame with prisoner kings; When the son dies, let the inheritance
And make your chronicle as rich with praise, Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, As is the oo.e and bottom of the sea Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag ; With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries. Look back unto your mighty ancestors :
West. But there's a saying, very old and true, Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb, If that you will France win, From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit, Then with Scolland first begin: And your great uncle's, Edward the black prince; For once the eagle England being in prey, Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot Making defeat on the full power of France; Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely eggs : Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
Playing the mouse, in absence of the cat, Stood smiling; to behold his lion's whelp
To spoil and havoc more than she can cat. Forage in blood of French nobility.4
Ere. It follows then, the cat must stay at home: O noble English, that could entertain
Yet that is but a curs'd necessity; With half their forces the full pride of France; Since we have locks to safeguard 'nccessaries, And let another half stand laughing by,
And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. All out of work, and cold for action !
While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, Ely. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, The advised head defends itself at home: And with your puissant arm renew their feats : For government, though high, and low, and lower You are their heir, you sit upon their throne; Put into parts, doth keep in one concent;8 The blood and courage, that renowned them, Congruing in a full and natural close, Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege Like music. Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Cant. True: therefore doth heaven divido Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
The state of man in divers functions, Exe. Your brother kings and monarchs of the Setting endeavour in continual motion; earth
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach West. They know, your grace hath cause, and The act of order to a peopled kingdom. means, and might;
They have a king, and officers of sorts:10 (1) Make showy or specious. (2) Derived his title. (6) General disposition. (7) Frigblened. (3) Lay open. (4) At the battle of Cressy. 78) Harmony. (9) Agreeing. (5) The borders of England and Scotland.
(10) Different degrees.
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home; You cannot revel into dukedoms there :
K. Hen. What treasure, uncle?
Tennis-balls, my liege. The singing masons building roots of gold; K. Hen. We are glad, the dauphin is so pleaThe civil citizens kneading up the honey;
sant with us ; The poor mechanic porters crowding in
His present, and your pains, we thank you for : Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set, Delivering o'er to executors pale
Shail strike his father's crown into the hazard;' The lazy yawning drone. I his infer,
Tell him, he hath made a match with such a That many things having full reference
wrangler, To one concent, may work contrariously; That all the courts of France will be disturbid As many arrows, loosed several ways,
With chaces. And we understand him well, Fly to one mark;
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, As many several ways meet in one town; Nol measuring what use we made of them. As many fresh streams run in one self sea;
We never valu'd this poor seat' of England; As many lines close in the dial's centre; And therefore, living hence, did give ourself So may a thousand actions, once afoot,
To barbarous license; As 'lis ever common, End in one purpose, and be all well borne That men are merriest when they are from home. Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege. But tell the diiw; hin, -I will keep my state; Divide your happy England into four;
Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness, Whereof take you one quarter into France, When I do rouse me in my throne of France : And you withal shall make all Gallia shake. For that I have laid by my majesty, If we, with thrice that power left at home, And plodded like a man for working days; Cannot defend our own door from the dog,
But I will rise there with so sulla glory, Let us be worried; and our nation lose
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, The name of hardiness, and policy.
Yea, strike the dauphin blind to look on us. K. Ilen. Call in the messengers sent from the And tell the pleasant prince,-this mock of his dauphin.
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones ; ard his soul [Exit an attendant. The King ascends his Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance throne.
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand Now are we well resolvid: and, -by God's help,
widows And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; Or break it all to pieces: Oc there we'll sit, And some are yet ungoiten, and unborn, Ruling in large and ample empery,
That shall have cause to curse the dauphin's scorn. O'er France, and all her almost hingly dukedoms : But this lies all within the will of God, Or lav these bones in an unworthy urn,
To whom I do appeal; And in whose name, Tombless, with no remembrance over them: Tell you the dauphin, I am coming on, Either our history shall, with full mouth, To venge me as I may, and to put forth Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave, My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. Like Turkish muie, shall have a tongueless inouth, So, get you hence in peace; and tell the dauphin, Not worship'd with a waxen epitaph.
His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep, more than did laugh at itEnter Ambassadors of France.
Convey them with safe conduct.-Fare you well. Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
'Ere. This was a merry message. of our fair cousin dauphin; for, we hear, Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it. Ainb. May it please your majesty, to give us leave
[Descends from his throne. Freely to render what we have in charge;
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, Or shall we sparingly show you far off
That may give furtherance to our expedition: The dauphin's meaning, and our embassy ?
For we have now no thought in us bui France; K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king ; Save those to God, that run before our business. Unto whose grace our passion is as subject,
Therefore, let our proportions for these wars As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons :
Be soon collected ; and all things thought upon, Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainness, More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
That may, with reasonable swiftness, add
Thus then, in few.
We'll chide this dauphin at his father's door. Your highness, lately sending into France,
Therefore, let every man now task his thought, Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
That this fair action may on foot be brought. of your great predecessor, king Edward the third.
TEremt. Iri answer of which claim, the prince our master Says,-that you savour too much of your youth; And bids you be advis'd, there's nought in France,
ACT II. That can be with a nimble galliard* won;
Enter Chorus. (1) Sober, grave. (2) Executioners.
Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire (3) Dominion. (4) An ancient dance.
(5) A place in the tennis-court into which the (6) A term at tennis. (7) The throne. ball is sometimes struck,
(8) Withdrawing from the court.
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; have edges. It must be as it may: though patience
Enler Pistol and Mrs. Quickly.
Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife For now sits Expectation in the air;:
-good corporal, be patient here.-How now, mine And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,
host Pistol ? With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets,
Pist. Base tike,* call'st thou me-host ? Promis'd to Harry, and his followers.
Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term ; The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. of this most dreadful preparation,
Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, Seek to divert the English purposes.
that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but O England !-model to thy inward greatness,
it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. Like little body with a mighty heart,
[Nymn draws his sword.) 'O well-a-day, Lady, if he What might'sť tl. ou do, that honor-'would thee do, be not drawn now! O Lord ! here's corporal Were all thy children kind and natural !
Nym's-now we shall have wilful adultery and But see thy fault! France hath in thec found out
murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph, A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
good corporal, offer nothing here. With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted Nym. Pish!
Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog ! thou prick-ear'd One, Richard «ırl of Cambridge; and the second, cur of Iceland ! Henry lord Scroop of Masham; and the third,
Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of Sir Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland,
a man, and put up thy sword. Have, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed!) Nym. Will you shog oft? I would have you solus. Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France;
(Sheathing his sword. And by their hands this grace of kings must die
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? () viper vile ! (If hell and treason hold their promise,)
The solus in ihy most marvellous face;
The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! The sum is paid ; the traitors are agreed;
I do retort the solus in thy boweis: The king is set froin London ; and the scene
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton:
And flashing fire will follow. There is the playhouse now, there must you sit:
Num. I am not Barbason;e you cannot conjure And thence to France shall we convey you sale,
I have a humour to knock you indifierently And bring you back, charming the varrow seis
well: If you grow soul with me, Pistol, I will To give you gentle pass; for, if we may,
scour your with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
If you would walk ofi, I would prick your guts a But, till the king come forth, and not till then,
little, in good terms, as I may ; and that's the Unto Southampton do we shit our scene. (E.cit.
humour of it.
Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! SCENE 1.—The same. Eastcheap. Enter Nym The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; and Bardolph.
Therefore exhale." (Pistol and Nym draw. Bard. Well met, corporal Nym.
Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say :-- he that Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph.
strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts,
[Draws. Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends as I am a soldier.
Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall
abate. Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little: hut when time shall serve, there shall be smiles ;-bu
Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will Thy, spirits are most tall.
Num. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, wink, and hold out mine iron : It is a simple one ; but what though? it will toast cheese ; and it will in fair terms; that is the humour of it. endure cold as another man's sword will : and
Pist. Coup le gorge, that's the word !-I thee
defy again. there's the humour of it.
O hound of Crete,' think'st thou my spouse to get? Baril. I will bestow a breakfast, to make friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to No; to the spital' go,
And from the powdering tub of insamy, France; let it be so, good corporal Nym. Nym. Faith, I will live 30 long as I may, that's Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, 10
Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse: the certain of it'; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the I have, and I will hold, the quondam'' Quickly rendezvous of it.
For the only she; and-Pauca, there's enough. Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married
Enter the Boy. to Nell Quickly: and, ceriainly, she did you wrong; Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my for you were troth-plight to ber.
master,--and you, hostess ;-- he is very sick, and Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may: would 'to bed. -Good Bardolph, put thy nose bemen may sleep, and they may have their throats tween his sheets, and do the office of a warmingabout them at that time; and, some say, knives pan: 'faith, he's very ill. (1) i. e. The king of France. (2) Golden money. (8) Bloodhound. (9) Hospital (3) What I am resolved on. (4) Clown.
(10) Of Cressida's nature, see the play of Troilius 15) Par Dieu !
(6) Name of a demon. and Cressida. (7) Breathe your last.
Bard. Away, you rogue.
My lord of Cambridge,-and my kind lord of Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pud- Masham,ding one of these days: the king has killed his And you, my gentle knight, give me your heart.-Good husband, come home presently.
thoughts : (Ereunt Mrs. Quickly and Boy. Think you not, that the powers we bear with us, Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends ? We Will cut their passage through the force of France; must to France together; Why, the devil, should Doing the execution, and the act, we keep knives to cut one another's throats? For which we have in head: assembled them? Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his howl on!
best. Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won
K. Hen. I doubt not that: since we are well of you at betting ?
persuaded, Pist. Base is the slave that pays.
carry not a heart with us from hence, Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour That grows not in a fair consent with ours;. of it.
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish Pist. As manhood sha!l compound; Push home. Success and conquest to attend on us.
Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first Cam. Never was monarch better lear'd, and lor'd, thrust, I'll kill him ; by this sword, I will. Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, a subject, Pisi. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness their course.
Under the sweet shade of your government. Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, Grey. Even those, that were your father's enemies, be friends : an thou wilt' not, why then be enemies Have steep'd their gal!s in honey; and do serve you with me too. Pry'thee, put up.
With hearts create of duty and of z. al. Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of you at betting ?
thankfulness; Pist. A noble' shalt thou have, and present pay; And shall forget the office of our hand, And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
Sooner than quittances of desert and merit, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood : According to the weight and worthiness. I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me ;
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil;. Is ne his just?-for I shall sutler be
And labour shall refresh itself with hope, Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
To do your grace incessant services. Give me thy hand.
K. Hen. We judge no less.-Uncle of Exeter, Nym. I shall have my noble ?
Enlarge the man committed yesterday, Pist. In cash most justly paid.
That rail'd against our person: we consider,
And, on his more advice, we pardon him.
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security : Quick. As ever you came of women, come in Let him be punish'd, sovereign ; lest example quickly to sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most
K. Hen. 0, let us yet be merciful. lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him. Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too.
Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him knight, that's the even of it.
life, Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
After the taste of much correction. His heart is fracted, and corroborate.
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me Nym. The king is a good king: but it must be Are heavy orisonge 'gainst this poor wretch. as it may; he passes some humours, and carcers. I little frulis, proceeding on distemper,
Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, we will live.
[Exeunt. When capital crimnes, chew'd, swallow'd, and
digested, SCENE II.—Southampton. A council-chamber. Appear before us ?-We'll yet enlarge that man,
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland. Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,–in their Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.
And tender preservation of our person, Ere. They shall be apprehended by and by. Would have him punish'd. And now to our French West. How smooth and even they do bear causes; themselves !
Who are the late' commissioners ?
Cam. I one, my lord;
Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
Grey. And me, my royal sorereign. Ere. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely
there is yours ;favours,
There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, sir That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
Inicht, His sovereign's life to death and treachery!
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours :
Read them; and know, I know your wortbiness.Trumpetsounds. Enter King Henry, Scroop, My lord of Westmoreland, —and uncle Exeter,
Cambridge, Grey, Lords, and Attendants. We will aboard lo-night.-Why, how now, gentle K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will men ? aboard.
What see you in those papers, that you lose A coin, value six shillings and eight-pence. (5) Better information. (6) Prayers. Force. (3) Compounded. (4) Recompense. (7) Lately appointed.
Wherein you would have sold yourking to slaughter,
So much complexion ?-Look ye, how they change! For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like Their cheeks are paper.-Whý, what read you Another fall of man. Their faults are open, there,
Arrest them to the answer of the law ;That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood And God acquit them of their practices ! Out of appearance ?
Ere. I arrest thee of high trenson, by the name of Cam.
I do confess my fault; Richard earl of Cambridge. And do submit me to your highness' mercy. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal. lord Scroop of Masham.
K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick' in us but late, I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland. You must not dare, for shaine, to talk of mercy; Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discoverd; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, And I repent my fault, more than my death ; As dogs upon their masters, worrying them. - Which I beseech your highness to forgive, See you, my princes, and my noble peers, Although my body pay the price of it. These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge Cam. For me,-the gold of France did not seduce ; here,
Although I did admit it as a motive, You know, how apt our love was, to accord The sooner to effect what I intended : To furnish' hiin with all appertinents
But God be thanked for prevention ; Belonging to his honour; and this man
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice, Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd, Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me. And sworn unto the practices of France,
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice To kill us here in Hampton : to the which, At the discovery of most dangerous treason, This knight, no less for bounty bound to us Than I do at this hour joy o'er mysell, Than Cambridge is,-hath likewise sworn.—But 0! Prevented from a damned enterprise : What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel, My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature !
K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your Thou, thai didst bear the key of all my counsels,
sentence. That knew'si the very bottom of my soul, You have conspir'd against our royal person, That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
coffers May it be possible, that foreign hire
Receiv'd Could out of thee extract one spark of evil, That might annoy my tinger ? 'tis so strange, His princes and his peers to servitude, That, though the truih of it stands off as gross His subjects to oppression and contempt, As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it. And his whole kingdom unto desolation. Treason, and murder, ever kept together, Touching our person, scek we no revenge ; As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Bui we our kingdom's safety must so tender, Working so grossly in a natural cause,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws That admiration did not whoop at them : We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Poor miserable wretches, to your death : Wonder, to wait on treason, and on murder: The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
Patience to endure, and true repentance That wrought upon thee so preposterously, Of all your dear oftences !—Bear them hence. H'ath got ihe voice in hell for excellence:
[E.reunt conspirators guarded. And other devils, that suggest ly treasons, Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof Do boich and bungle up damnation
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd We doubt not of a fair and lucky war; From glistering semblances of piety;
Since God so graciously hath brought to light But he, that temper de thee, bade thee stand up, This dangerous treason, lurking in our way, Gave thee noinstance why thou should'st do treason, To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. But evory rub is smoothed on our way. If that same dæmon, that hath gull’d thee thus, Then, forth, dear countrymen ; let us deliver Should with his lion gait' walk the whole world, Our puissance into the hand of God, He might return to vasty Tartar* back,
Putting it straight in expedition. And tell the legions-I can never win
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance : A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
No king of England, if not king of France. (Exe. O, how hast ihou with jealousy infected The sweetness of aihiance! Show men dutiful ?
SCENE III.-London. Mrs. Quickly's house in Why, so didst thou: Seem they grave and learned?
Eastcheap. Enter Pistol, Mrs. Quickly, Nym, Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family ?
Bardolph, and Boy. Why, so didst thou: Seemn they religious ?
Quick. Pr’yther, honey-sweet husband, let me Why, so didst thou : Or are they spare in diet; brin' thee to Staipes, Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.'Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood; Bardolph, be blithe ;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement ;*
veins ; Not working with the eye, without the ear, Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And, but in purged judement, trusting neither ? And we must yearn therefore. Such, and so tinely bolied, didst thou seem : Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er And ihus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, he is, either in heaven, or in hell! To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued," Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in ArWith some suspicion. I will weep for thee; thur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom.
(1) Living. (2) Rendered thee pliable. (5) Accomplishment. (6) Sisted. (7) Endowed. (3) Pace, step. (4) Tartarus.
(8) Attend. (9) Grieve.