Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. P. Hen. What men? Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord; A gross fat man. P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these men He shall be answerable; and, so, farewell. Sher. Good night, my noble lord. P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; Is it not? Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, call him forth. Poins. Falstaff!-fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse. P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: Search his pockets. [POINS searches.] What hast thou found? Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. P. Hen. Let's see what be they read them. Item, Sauce, 4d. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!-What there is else, keep close; we 'll read it at more advantage : there let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins. a Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. a Twelve-score. The common phraseology for twelve score yards. ACT III. SCENE I.-Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's House. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER. Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope. Hot. Lord Mortimer,-and cousin Glendower,- And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it! Glend. No, here it is. Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur ; Doth speak of you, His cheek looks pale, and, with a rising sigh, Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, The frame and huge foundation of the earth Hot. Why, so it would have done at the same season, if your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself had never been born. Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose as fearing you it shook. Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Glend. Cousin, of many men I am not in the roll of common men. Where is the living,-clipp'd in with the sea That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,- Hot. I think there's no man speaks better Welsh: I'll to dinner. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy: you will make him mad. Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can Î; or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach thee, cousin, to command the devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil. Mort. Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat. Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too? How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right, According to our three-fold order ta'en? Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, My father Glendower is not ready yet, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days: together Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords, And in my conduct shall your ladies come: |