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Fran. Anon, anon, Sir.

dame Mortimer his wife. Rivo says the drunk. P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?

ard. Call in ribs, call in tallow. Fran. Let me see,—About Michaelmas next Enter Falstaff, GadshiLL, BARDOLPH, and I shall be

Poins. [Within.] Francis!
Fran. Anon, Sir.--Pray you, stay a little,

Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where bast thou been? my lord.

Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, anda P. Hen. Nay, but mark you, Francis: For vengeance too! marry, and Amen! Give me a the sugar thou gavest me,--twas a pennyworth, cup of sack, boy.--Ere I lead this life long, was't not?

I'll sew netherstocks, * and mend them, and Fran. O lord, Sir! I would it had been two. foot them too. A plague of all cowards -Give

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand me a cup of sack, rogue.--Is there no virtue pound : ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt extant ?

[He drinks. have it.

P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a Poins. [Within.] Francis !

dish of butter? pitiful hearted Titan, that meltFran. Anon, anon.

ed at the sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but then behold that compound. to-morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thurs- Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: day; or,

indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, There is nothing but roguery to be found in Francis,

villanous man: Yet a coward is worse than a Fran. My lord ?

cup of sack with lime in it; a villanous cor. P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, ard.--Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke- wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, spa- upon the face of the earth, then am I a sbotten nish-pouch,-

herring. There live not three good men unFran. O lord, Sir, who do you mean?

hanged in England; and one of them is fat, P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard* is and grows old: God help the while! a bad your only drink: for, look you, Francis, your world, I say! I would, I were a weaver ; I could white canvass doublet will sully: in Barbary, sing psalms or any thing: A plague of all cow. Sir, it cannot come to so much.

ards, I say still. Fran. What, Sir?

P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter Poins. [Within.] Francis !

you? P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out hear them call?

of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive [Here they both call him; the Drawer stands all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild amased, not knowing which way to go.

geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. Enter VINTNER.

You prince of Wales !

P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st

what's the matter! such a calling? Look to the guests within. [Exit Fran.] My lord, old Sir John, with half that ; and Poins there?

Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to a dozen more, are at the door ; Shall I let them

Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call in ?

me coward, I'll stab thee. P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then

Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned open the door. (Exit VINTNER.] Poins !

ere I call thee coward: but I would give a Re-Enter Poins.

thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou Poins. Anon, anon, Sir.

canst. You are straight enough in the shoulP. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the ders, you care not who sees your back: Call thieves are at the door ; Shall we be merry? you that backing of your friends ? A plague

Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But upon such backing! give me them that will hark ye; What cunning match have you made face me.--Give me a cup of sack:-1 am a with this jest of the drawer? come, what's the rogue, if I drunk to-day. issue?

P. Hen. O villain: thy lips are scarce wiped P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have since thou drunk'st last. show'd themselves humours, since the old days Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cowof goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this ards, still say I. present twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter P. Hen. What's the matter? FRANCIS with Wine.] What's o'clock, Francis? Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us Fran. Anon, anon, Sir.

here have ta'en a thousand pound this morning. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it? fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of Fal. Where is it! taken from us it is: a hun

woman !-His industry is-up-stairs, and dred upon poor four of us. down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a P. Hen. What, a bundred, man! reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some with a dozen of them two hours together. 1 six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times washes his hands, and says to his wife,--Fie thrust through the doublet; four, through the upon this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet hose; my buckler cut through and through; Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed 10- my sword hacked like a hand-saw, ecce signur. day? Give my roan horse a drench, says he; and I never dealt better since I was a man; all answers, Some fourteen, an hour aster; a trifle, would not do. A plague of all cowards ! -Let a trifle.' 1 pr’ythee, call in Falstaff'; I'll play them speak : if they speak more or less than Percy, and that damned brawn shall play truth, they are villains, and the sons of darkness, * street wirrc

* Stockings

[He drinks.


even now.

even now.

P. Hen. Speak, Sirs; how was it?

reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty Gads. We four set upon some dozen,- as blackberries, I would give po man a reason Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

upon compulsion, I. Gads. And bound them.

P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin : this Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseFal. You rogue, they were bound, every man back-breaker, this huge hill of Desh ;of them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you

Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven dried neat's tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish, fresh men set upon us,

-0, for breath to utter what is like thee !-you Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in tailor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile the other.

standing luck ;P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all ? P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to it

Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but is again : and when thou hast tired thyself in base I fought not with fisty of them, I am a bunch of comparisons, hear me speak but this. radish : if there were not two or three and fifty Poins. Mark, Jack. upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; creature.

you bound them, and were masters of their Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered some wealth.--Mark now, how a plain tale shall of them.

put you down.--Then did we two set on you Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have four : and, with a word, out-faced you from peppered two of them: two, I am sure, I have your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee you here in the house :-and, Falstaff, you carwhat, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, ried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward;- dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four and roared, as ever I heard a bull-calf. What rogues in buckram let drive at me,

a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast P. Hen. What, four thou said'st but two, done ; and then say, it was in fight? What trick,

what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.

find out to hide thee from this open and apparent Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.

shame? Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack ; What trick thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took hast thou now? all their seven points in my target, thus.

Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters : Was

it for me to kill the heir apparent? Should I Fal. In buckram.

turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits.

I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct; Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villa in the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct else.

is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. I P. Hen. Pr’ythee, let him alone ; we shall shall think the better of myself and thee, during have more anon.

my life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou, for a true Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?

prince. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

have the money.

-IIostess, clap to the doors ; Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to.- watch to-night, pray to-morrow.-Gallants, lads, These pine in buckram, that I told thee of,- boys, hearts of gold, All the titles of good fellow. P. Hen. So, two more already.

ship come to you! What, sball we be merry? Fal. Their points being broken,

shall we bave a play extempore ? Poins. Down fell their hose.

P. Hen. Content;-and the argument shall be, Fal. Began to give me ground: But I follow-thy running away. ed me close, came in foot and hand; and, with a Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest thought, seven of the eleven I paid. P. Hen. O, monstrous ! eleven buckram men

Enter Hostess. grown out of two!

Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three Host. My lord the prince, misbegotten knaves, in Kendal* green, came at P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess, what my back, and let drive at me ; for it was so dark, say'st thou to me? Hal, that thou could'st not see thy hand.

Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of P. Hen. These lies are like the father that be the court at door, would speak with you: he says gets them ; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. he comes from your father. Why, thou clay-brained guts; thou knotty-pated P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a fool; thou whoreson, obscene, greasy tallow. royal man, and send hiin back again to my mokeech,t

ther. Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad ? is Fal. What manner of man is he? not the truth, the truth?

Host. An old man. P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midmen in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou night?-Shall I give him bis answer? could'st not see thy hand ? come tell us your rea

P. Hen. Pr’ythee, do, Jack. son; What sayest thou to this?

Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

[Exit. Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at P. Hen. Now, Sirs; by'r lady, you fought the strappado, or all the racks in the world, 1 fair ;

;-0 did you, Peto ;-so did you, Bardolph : would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a you are lions tor, you ran away upon instinct, you * A town in Westmoreland, famous for making cloth.

will not touch the true prince ; no,-fie! A round lump of fat,

Bard. 'Faith, I an when I saw others run.


P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came like, we shall have good trading that way.-But, Falstaff's sword so hacked ?

tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly aseard ? thou Peto. Why he hacked it with his dagger ; and being heir appareat, could the world pick thee said, he would swear truth out of England, but out three such enemies again, as that fiend Dou. he would make you believe it was done in fight; glas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? and persuaded us to do the like.

Art thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-thrill at it? grass, to make them bleed; and then to beslubber

P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy our garments with it, and swear it was the blood instinct. of true men. I did that I did not this seven year

Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morbefore, 1 blushed to hear his monstrous devices. P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack row, when thou comest to thy father: if thou

love me, practise an answer. eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the

P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and exmanner, * and ever since thou hast blushed extempore : Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, amine me upon the particulars of my life. and yet thou ran'st away; What instinct hadst

Fal. Shall I? content :- This chair shall be thou for it?

my state,* this dagger my sceptre, and this cu. Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? Do shion my crowo. you behold these exhalations ?

P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, P. Hen. I do.

thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy Bard. What think you they portend?

precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown! P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.t

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Give me P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.

a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that

it may be thought I have wept; for I must speak Re-enter FALSTAFF.

in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses's Here comes Jean Jack, here comes bare-bone. vein. How now, my sweet creature of bombast? | How

P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. I long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own

Fal. And here is my speech :-Stand aside, knee?

nobility. Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy

Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the

Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling waist; I could have crept into an alderman's

tears are vain. thumb-ring: A plague of sighing and grief! it

Host. O, the father, how he holds his counteblows a man up like a bladder. "There's villa- nance! nous news abroad : here was Sir John Bracy

Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful from your father ; you must to the court in the queen, inorning. That same mad fellow of the north, For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. Percy; and he of Wales, that gave Amaimon harlotry players, as I ever see.

Host. O rare ! he doth it as like one of these the bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegemao upon the cross

Hal. Peace, good point-pot; peace, good tickleof a Welsh hook, What, a plague, call you him? brain.||--Harry, I do not only marvel where thou Poins. 0, Glendower.

spendest thy time, but also how thou art accomFal. Owen, Owen; the same ; and his son-in-panied: for though the camomile, the more it is law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That o'horseback up a hill perpendicular.

thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with word, partly my own opinion; bút chiefly, a vilbis pistol kills a sparrow flying.

lanous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging Fal. You have hit it.

of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow.

thou be son to me, here lies the point ;-Why, Fal. Well

, that rascal bath good mettle in being son to me, art thou so pointed at ? Sball him ; he will not run.

the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, 1 and P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to eat blackberries! a question not to be asked.praise him go for running?

Shall the sun of England prove a thief, and take Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, afoot, he purses? a question to be asked. There is a thing, will not budge a foot.

Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

known to many in our land by the name of pitch: Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth dethere too, and one Mordake, and a thousand file; so doth the company thou keepest: for, Harblue-caps|| more: Worcester is stolen away to- ry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in night; thy father's beard is turned white with tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; not in the news ; you may buy land now as cheap as words only, but in woes also :- And yet there is stinking mackarel.

a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a company, but I know not his name. hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall

P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your buy maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the majesty? hundreds.

Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corFal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true ; it is pulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and

a most noble carriage; and, as I think, bis age In the fact.

† Drunkenness and poverty. Bombast is the stuffing of clothes. A demon; who is described as one of the four kings, who | A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570.

| Obeisance.

Sorrowful. || Scotemen in blue bonnets.

11 Name of a strong liquor. Í A truant boy.

* Chair of state.

Yule over all the demons in the world.

some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore ; Fal. Out, you rogue ! play out the play : and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth

Re-enler Hostess, hastily. me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as the Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, Fal. Heigh! heigh! the devil rides upon there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, fiddlestick: What's the matter? the rest banish. And tell me now, thou naughty Host. The Sheriff aod all the watch are at the varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month? Woor : they are come to search the house: Shall

P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou I let tbein in ? stand for me, and I'll play my father.

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, piece of yold, a counterfeit : thou art essentially so majestically, both in word and matter, hang mad, without seeming so. me up by the heels for a rabbet-sucker* or a P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without poulter's hare.

instinct. P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

Fal. I deny your major : if you will deny the Fal. And here I stand :-judge my masters. sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not P. Hen. Now, Harry! whence come you? a cart as well as another man, a plague on my Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are with a halter, as another. grievous.

P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras; Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for I'll tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

a true face, and good conscience. P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? Fal. Both which I have had : but their date is henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently out, and therefore I'll hide me. carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts

[Exeunt all but the PRINCE and Poins. thee, in the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of P. Hen. Call in the sheriff,man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutchi

Enter SHERIFF and CARRIER. of beastliness, that swolo parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me? guts, that roasted Manningtreel ox with the pud

Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and ding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey

cry iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Hath follow'd certain pen unto this house.

P. Hen. Wbat men ? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carvo a

Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?

lord, wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein vil.

Car. As fat as butter. lanous, but in all things? wberein worthy, but in pothing?

P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not Fal. I would, your grace would take me with For I mysell’at this time have employ'd him.

here; you :|| Whom means your grace? P."Hen. That villagous abominable misleader And, sheriff

, I will engage my word io thee, of youth, Falstaff, that old whitebearded Satan.

Thail will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

Send him to answer thee, or any man,
Fal. My lord, the man I know.
P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

For any thing he shall be charg'd withal: Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him And so let me entreat you leave the house. than in myself, were to say more than I know.

Sher. I will, my lord : There are two gentleThat he is old, (the more the pity,) his white Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. hairs do witness it: but that he is (savins your reverence,) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny.

P Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wick. He shall be answerable ; and so, farewell.

men, ed! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned : is to be fat be

Sher. Good night, my noble loru. to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be

P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; Is it not? loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish

Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two

o'clock. Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Fal

[Exeunt SHERIFF and

CARRIER. staff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being,

P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as as be jo, old Jack Falstaff

, banish not him thy Paulisot Go, call him forth. Harry's company; banish plump Jack, and ba

Poins. Falstaff!-fast asleep behind the arras, nish all the world.

and snorting like a horse. P. Hen. I do, I will. [.A knocking heard.

P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : (Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and BARDOLPH.

Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What

hast thou found ? Re-enter BARDOLPA, running.

Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. Hen. Let's see what they be; read them. Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with

Poins. Item, A capou, 2s. 20. a most monstrous watch, is at the door.

Item, Sauce, 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. A young rabbet.

Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 29. 60. The machine which separates flour from bran. Item, Bread, a halfpenny. A leather black jack to hold beer. In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole. Go no faster than I can follow.

* Tapestry.

St. Paul's cathedral.

A gross

fat man.



. Hen. O monstrous ! but one half penny. Where is he living, -clipp'd in with the sea Falth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack :- That chides the banks of England, Scotland,

Hit there is else, keep close ; we'll read it at Wales said, advantage: there' let him sleep till day. Which calls me pupil, or bath read to me? he 'o the court in the morning: we must all to And bring him out, that is but woman's son, an wars, and thy place shall be honourable. Cap trace me in the tedious ways of art,

Il procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, And hold me pace in deep experiments. I know, his death will be a march of twelve- Hot. I think there is no map speaks better score. The money shall be paid back again I will to dinner.

(Welsh :with advantage. Be with me betimes in the Mort. Peace, cousin Percy, you will make him morning; and so good morrow, Poins.

mad. Poins. Good morrow, good my lord.

Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

[Exeunt. Hot. Why, so cap 1; or so can any man : ACT III.

But will they come, when you do call for them? SCENE I.-Bangor.--A Room in the Arch

Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to comThe devil.

(mand deacon's House.

Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the Enter HotSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and



By telling truth ; Tell truth, and shame the deMort. These promises are fair, the parties Inihou have power to raise him, bring him hither, sure,

And I'll be swora, I have power to shame him And our induction* full of prosperous hope.



. Hut. Lorů Mortimer, and cousin Glendow-o, while you live, tell truth, and shame the deWill you sit down ?

[er, Mort. Come, come, And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it! No more of this unprofitable chat. I have forgot the map.

Glend. Three times bath Henry Bolingbroke Glend. No, here it is.

made head Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur:

Against my power : thrice from the banks of For by that name as oft a: Lancaster (with And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale ; and, Bootless* bome, and wcather-beaten back. A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

too! Owen Glendower spoke of.

How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Glend. I cannot blame him : at my nativity, Glend. Come, here's the map: Shall we diThe front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

vide our right, Of buruing cressets ;t and, at my birth,

According to our three-fold order ta'en ? The frame and huge foundation of the earth Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it Shak'd like a coward.

Into tiree limits, very equally : Hot. Why, so it would have done

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, At the same season, if your mother's cat had By south and east, is to my part assign'd: But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been all westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, born.

And all the fertile land within thai Lound, Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you born.

The remuant northward, lying off from Trept. Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, And our indentures tripartitet are drawn: If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.

Wbich being sealed interchangeably, Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the (A business ihat this night may execute,) earth did tremble.

Tomorrow, cousin Percy, you, and I, Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the hea- And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, vens on fire,

To meet your father, and the Scottish power, And not in fear of your nativity.

As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

My father Glendower is not ready yet, In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:Is with a kind of colic pipch'd and vex'd Within that space, [To GLEND.] you may bave By the imprisoning of unruly wind

drawn together, Within ber womb; which, for enlargement Your tenants, friends, and peighbouring gentlestriving,

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples; lords, down

And in my conduct shall your ladies come: Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, From whom you now must steal, and take no Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, leave; In passion shook.

For there will be a world of water shed, Glend. Cousin, of many men

Upon the parting of your wives and you. I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave Hot. Methinks, my moiety, i north from Burton To tell you once again,--that at my birth,

here, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes; In quantity equals not one of yours : The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds See, how this river comes me cranking in, Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. Aud cuts me, from the best of all my land, These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; A huge balf moon, a monstrous capllel out. And all the courses of my life do show,

I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; I am not in the roll of common men.

And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, Beginning.

In a new channel, fair and evenly: Lights ni cross ways upon beacons, and also upon poles, * Unsuccessful.

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Force: which were used in processions, &c. | Tumbles. Part.

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