116 NA TURAL HIS TOR Y OF SHAKESPEARE. 
Willoughby. Hold out my horse, and I will first be 
there. 
G7'oom. 0, how it yearn’d my heart, when I beheld, 
In London streets that coronation day, 
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary ! 
That horse that thou so often hast bestrid; 
That horse that I so carefully have dress’d ! 
King Richard. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, 
gentle friend, 
How went he under him ? 
Groom. So proudly as if he had disdain’d the 
ground. 
King Richard II., Act ii. Scene i ; 
Act v. Scene 5. 
Hotspur. Hath Butler brought those horses from 
the sheriff? 
Servant. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. 
Hotspur. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not ? 
, Se?mant. It is, my lord. 
Hotspur. That roan shall be my throne. 
Well, I will back him straight : 
Esperance !— 
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. 
King Henry IV., Part I. Act ii. Scene 3. 
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come 
with you ? 
Travers. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn’d me 
back 
With joyful tidings ; and, being better horsed, 
Out-rode me. After him came, spurring hard, 
A gentleman almost forspent with speed, 
