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See, how this river comes me cranking in, To put him quite beside his patience;
And cuts me, from the best of all my land, You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle out.

Though sometimes it show greatness, courage I'll have the current in this place damn'd up;

blood, And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) In a new channel, fair and evenly:.

Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, It shall not wind with such a deep indent,

Defect of manners, want of government, To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain: Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it The least of which, haunting a nobleman, doth.

Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain Mort. Yea,

Upon the beauty of all parts besides, But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up Beguiling them of commendation. With like advantage on the other side;

Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Gelding the opposed continent as much,

speed! As on the other side it takes from you.

Here comes our wives, and let us take our leave. Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,

Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. And on this north side win this cape of land;

Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,And then he runs straight and even.

My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.

Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part Glend. I will not have it alter'd. Hot.

Will not you?
Glend. No, nor you shall not.

She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Hot.
Who shall say me nay?

Mort. Good father, tell her,-that she, and my

aunt Percy, Glend. Why that will I.

Shall follow in your conduct speedily: Hot.

Let me not understand you then, Speak it in Welsh.

[GLENDOWER speaks to his daughter in Welsh,

and she answers him in the same. Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; For I was traind up in the English court:

Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-willid

harlotry, Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Many an English ditty, lovely well,

One no persuasion can do good upon. And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;

(LADY M. speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh. A virtue that was never seen in you.

Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart: Which thou pourest down from those swelling I bad rather be a kitten, and cry-mew,

heavens, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers:

I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, I had rather hear a brazen canstick: turn'd,

In such a parley would I answer thee. Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree;

(LADY MORTIMER Speaks.

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

And that's a feeling disputation: 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuming nag.

But I will never be a truant, love,

Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,

Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, To any well-deserving friend; But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

With ravishing division, to her lute. I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?

(LADY MORTIMER speaks again. Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by

Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this.

Glend. She bids you night: I'll haste the writer, and, withal,

Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, Breaks with your wives of your departure hence: And rest your gentle head upon her lap, I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,

And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, So much she doteth on her Mortimer.

And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,

(Exit. Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; Mort. Fye, cousin Percy! how you cross my Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,

father!
Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me, The hour before the heavenly harness'd team

As is the difference betwixt day and night,
With telling me of the moldwarp* and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies;

Begins his golden progress in the east.
And of a dragon and a finless fish,

Mort. With all my heart l'll sit, and hear her

sing: A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,

By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

Glend. Do so; And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

And those musicians that shall play to you, As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,

Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; He held me, but last night, at least nine hours,

Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. In reckoning up the several devils' names, There were his lacqueys: I cried, humph,--and Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: well.--go to,

Tap.
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;

Lady. P. Go, ye giddy goose.
Worse than a smoky house:-I had rather live

GLENDOWER speaks some Welsh words, and then With cheese and garlick, in a windniill, far,

the Music plays. Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, In any summer-house in Christendom.

Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh; Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;

And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous. Exceedingly well read, and profited

By’r lady, he's a good musician. In strange concealments; valiant as a lion,

Lady. P. Then should you be nothing but muAnd wondrous aflable: and as bountiful

sical; for you are altogether governed by humors. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. He holds your temper in a high respect,

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in And curbs himself even of his natural scope,

Irish.
When you do cross his humor; faith, he does: Lady. P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
I warrant you, that man is not alive,

Hot. No.
Might so have tempted him as you have done, Lady. P. Then be still.
Without the taste of danger and reproof;

Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

Lady. P. Now God help thee! Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. And since your coming hither have done enough Lady. P. What's that?"

Hot. Peace! she sings. Corner. 1 Cutting.

Candlestick. & Break the matter.

Mole.

6 A compliment to queen Elizabeth. 6 Hound.

ye will.

A Welsh SONG, sung by LADY MORTIMER. Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; Hot. Come Kate, I'll have your song too.

My presence, like a robe pontifical,

Ncer seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, Lady. P. Not mine, in good sooth.

Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast; like a comtii-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; | And won, by rareness, such solemnity. and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me;

The skipping king, he ambled up and down and, As sure as day:

With shallow jesters, and rash bavin' wits, And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,

Soon kindled, and soon burn'd: carded his state; As it thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury, Mingled his royalty with capering tools; Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

Had his great name profaned with their scorns;

And gave his countenance, against his name, A good mouth-tilling oath; and leave in sooth, And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,

To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push To velvet guards, and Sunday citizens.

Of every beardless and vain comparative: Come, sing.

Grew a companion to the common streets; Lady. P. I will not sing.

Enfeofl'd himself to popularity: Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red- That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll They surfeited with honey; and began away within these two hours; and so come in when To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little

(Exit.

More than a little is by much too much. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as So, when he had occasion to be seen, slow,

He was out as the cuckoo is in June, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go:

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes,
By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then As, sick and blunted with community,
To horse immediately.

Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Mort.
With all my heart. (Exeunt.

Such as is bent on sun like majesty

When it shines seldom in admiring eyes: SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace. But rather drowz'd, and hung their eyelids down,

Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect Enter King HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES, and Lords. As cloudy men use to their adversaries; K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of Wales, Being with his presence glutted, gorged, and full. and I,

And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou: Must have some conference: But be near at hand, For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, For we shall presently have need of you.

With vile participation; not an eye

[Éreunt Lords. But is a-weary of the common sight, I know not whether God will have it so,

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; For some displeasing service I have done,

Which now doth that I would not have it do, That in his secret doom out of my blood

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

Be more myself. Make me believe,--that thou art only mark'd

K. Hen. For all the world, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,

As thou art to this hour, was Richard then To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,

When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg; Could such inordinate, and low desires,

And even as I was then, is Percy now. Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean at. Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot, tempts,

He hath more worthy interest to the state, Such barren pleasures, rude society,

Than thou, the shadow of succession: As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

For, of no right, nor color like to right, Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

He doth fill fields with harness? in the realm; And hold their level with thy princely heart?

Turns head against the lion's armed jaws; P. Hen So please your majesty, I would, I could And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Quit all offences with such clear' excuse,

Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on, As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. Myself of many I am charged withal:

What never-dying honor hath he got Yet such extenuation let me beg,

Against renowned Douglas; whose high deeds, As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,

Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, Which oit the ear of greatness needs must hear,

Holds, from all soldiers chief majority, By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers,

And military title capital, I may, for some things true, wherein my youth

Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ? Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,

Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes, Find pardon on my true submission.

This infant warrior, in his enterprizes
K. Hen. God pardon thee!-yet let me wonder, Discomfited great Douglas: ta'en him once,
Harry,

Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing

To fill the mouth of deep defiance up, Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.

And shake the peace and safety of our throne. Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, Which by the younger brother is supplied;

The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, And art almost an alien to the hearts

Capitulates against us, and are up. Of all the court and princes of my blood :

But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? The hope and expectation of thy time

Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man

Which art my near’st and dearest* enemy? Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.

Thou that art like enough,-through vassal fear, Had I so lavish of my presence been,

Base inclination, and the start of spleen,So common hackney'd in the eyes of men,

To fight against me under Percy's pay, So stale and cheap in vulgar company;

To dog his heels, and court'sy at his Irowns, Opinion, that did help me to the crown,

To show how much thou art degenerate. Had still kept loyal to possession;

P. Hen. Do not think so; you shall not find it so; And left me in reputeless banishment,

And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.

Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! By being seldom seen, I could not stir,

I will redeem all this on Percy's head, But, like a comet, I was wondered at:

And in the closing of some glorious day, That man would tell their children, This is he:

Be bold to tell you that I am your son ; Others would say,-Where? which is Boling broke? When I will wear a garment all of blood, And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,

And stain my favors in a bloody mask, And dress'd myself in such humility,

Which wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,

And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,

That this same child of honor and renown, Even in the presence of the crowned king.

This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,

And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet: 7 In Moor fields. & Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys. Officious parasites.

1 Brushwood. % Armor.

*Combine. 4 Most fatal.

For every honor sitting on his helm,

horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in My shame redoubled! for the time will come, money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everThat I shall make this northern youth exchange lasting bontire-light! Thou hast saved me a thouHis glorious deeds for my indignities.

sand marks in links and torches, walking with thee Percy is but my factor, good my lord,

in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought And I will call him to so strict account,

me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's That he shall render every glory up,

in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, yours with fire, any time these two-and-thirty years; Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. Heaven reward me for it! This, in the name of God, I promise here:

Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your The which it he be pleas'd I shall perform, belly! I do beseech, your majesty may salve

Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: heart-burned. If not, the end of life cancels all bands;

Enter Hostess.
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. How now, dame Partlet the hen?? have you in-

K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this: quired yet who picked my pocket?
Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir
Enter BLUNT.

John? do you think #keep thieves in my house? I How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. band, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant:

have searched, I have enquired, so has my husBlunt. So hath the business that I come to the tithe ot a hair was never lost in my house speak of.

betore. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,

Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved and That Douglas and the English rebels, met

lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury;

picked: Go to, you are a woman, go. A mighty and a fearful head they are,

Host. Who, i? I defy thee: I was never called If promises be kept on every hand,

so in mine own house before. As ever offer'd foul play in a state.

Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to

Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir day:

John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, With him my son, lord John of Lancaster;

sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me For this advertisement is five days old :

of it; I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set

Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them Forward; On Thursday, we ourselves will march:

away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you, of them. Shall march through Glostershire; by which ac- Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of count,

eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Our business valued, some twelve days hence

sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. Our hands are full of business: let's away;

money lent you, four-and-twenty pound.

Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay, Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.

Host. He? also, he is poor; he hath nothing. (Excunt.

Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What call SCENE III.-Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his Head Tavern.

cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, will you Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.

make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease

in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth this last action?' do I not bate? do I not dwindle? torty mark. Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, loose grown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. I know not how oft, that that ring was copper. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in Fal. How! the prince is a Jack,' a sneak-cup; someliking;" I shall be out of heart, shortly, and then and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not if he would say so. forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I ain a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the inside ofa Enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins, marching. Fale church! Company, villainous company, hath been

STAFF meets the PRINCE, playing on his truncheon the spoil of me.

like a fife. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live Fal. How now, lad ? is the wind in that door, long.

i'faith? must we all march? Fal. Why, there is it:--come, sing me a bawdy Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion. song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given, Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me. as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly! little; diced, not above seven times a weck; went How does thy husband ? I love him well, he is an to a bawdy-house, not above once in a quarter-of honest man. an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three or four Host. Good my lord, hear me. times; lived well, and in good compass: and now Fal. Pr’ythee, let her alone, and list to me. I live out of all order, out of all compass.

P. Hen. What say'st thou, Jack?. Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the must needs be out of all compass: out of all rea- arras, and had my pocket picked: this house, is sonable com pass, sir John.

turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets. Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack? life: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lan- Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four tern in the poop-but'tis in the nose of thee; thou bonds of torty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my art the knight of the burning lamp.

grandfather's. Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter.

Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said, I heard as many a man doth of a death's head, or a me- your grace say so: And my lord, he speaks most mento mori: I never see thy face, but I think upon vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; hell-tire, and Dives that lived in purple; tor there and said, he would cudgel you. he is in his robes burning, burning. Ifthou wert any P. Hen. What! he did not? way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanmy oath should be, By this fire: but thou art alto- hood in me else. gether given over; and wert indeed, but for the Fal. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. When prune; nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn thou ran'st up Gadshill in the night to catch my

? In the story book of Rrypard the Fox. *Have some flesh.

6 Admiral's ship. 8 A term of contempt frequently used by Shakspeare. fox; and for womanhood, maid Mariano may be you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong: the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you Art thou not ashamed? thing, go:

Fal. Dust thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the Host. Say, what thing? what thing?

state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should Fal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on. poor Jack Falstatt jo, in the days of villainy? Thou

Host. I am no thing to thank God on, I would seest, I have more flesh than another man; and thou should'st know it; I am an honest man's wife, therefore more frailty.—You confess then, you and, setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave picked my pocket? to call me so.

P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Ful. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee: Go, make ready beast to say otherwise.

breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, Host. Say, what beast, thou knave, thou? cherish thy guests: thou shalt tind me tractable to Fal. What beast? why, an otter.

any honest reason: thou seest, I am pacitied.P. Hen. An otter, sir John! why an otter? Still?—Nay, pr’ythee, begone. (Exit Hostess.] NÒw,

Fal. Why, she's neither fish, nor flesh; a man Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad. Knows not where to have her.

How is that answered? Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so; thou P. Hen. O, my sweet beet, I must still be good or any man knows where to have me, thou knave angel to thee:- The money is paid back again. thou!

Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a douP. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slan- ble labor. ders thee most grossly.

P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this may do any thing. other day, you ought him a thousand pound. Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou

P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? doest, and do it with unwashed hands too.

Fal. A thousand pound, Hal? a million: thy Bard. Do, my lord. love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love. P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a chargeof foot.

Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said, Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall he would cudgel you.

I find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, Fal. Did I, Bardolph?

of the age of two-and-twenty, or thereabouts! Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so.

am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper. for these rebels, they oftend none but the virtuous; P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: Darest thou be as I laud them, I praise them.

I good as thy word now?

P. Hen. BardolphFal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but Bard. My lord. man, I dare: but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, P. Hen. Ğo bear this letter to lord John of Lanas I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp.

caster, P. Hen. And why not, as the lion?

My brother John; this to my lord of WestmoreFal. The king him is to be feared as the lion:

land,Dost thou think. I'll fear as I fear thy father? nay, Go, Poins, to horse, to horse; sur thou, and I, an I do, I pray God, my girdle break!

Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.P. Hen. O, if it should, how would thy guts fall Jack, about thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for Meet me to-morrow i'the Temple-hall faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine: it At two o'clock i'the afternoon: is filled up with guts, and midriff. Charge an hon- There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive est woman with picking thy pocket! Why, thou Money, and order for their furniture. whoreson, impudent, embossed? rascal, if there The land is burning; Percy stands on high; were any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckon. And either they, or we, must lower lie. ings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor

[Ereunt PRINCE, Poins, and BARDOLPH. penny-worth of sugar candy to make thee long Fal. Rare words! brave world!-Hostess, my winded; if thy pocket were enriched with any

breakfast; come:other injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet | 0, I could wish, this tavern were my drum. (Exit.

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ACT IV.

SCENE I.-The Rebel Canip near Shrewsbury. Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.

Wor. I pr’ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed ? Enter HoTSPUR, WORCESTER, and Douglas. Mess. He did, iny lord, four days ere I set forth; Hot. Well said, my noble Scot: If speaking truth, And at the time of my departure thence, In this fine age, were not thought flattery,

He was much fear'd by his physicians. Such attribution should the Douglas' have,

Wor. I would, the state of time had first been As not a soldier of this season's stamp

whole, Should go so general current through the world. Ere he by sickness had been visited; By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy

His health was never better worth than now, The tongues of soothers; but a braver place Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself:

infect Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord. The very life-blood of our enterprize; Doug. Thou art the king of honor:

'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.No man so potent breathes upon the ground, He writes me here,—that inward sicknessBut I will beard him.

And that his friends by deputation could not
Hot.
Do so, and 'tis well :-

So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet,
Enter a Messenger, with Letlers.

To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

On any soul remov'd, but on his own. What letters hast thou there!-I can but thank you. Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,

Mess. These letters come from your father, That with our small conjunction, we should on, Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not him- To see how fortune is dispos'd to us: self?

For, as he writes, there is no quailing: now; Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous Because the king is certainly possess'd sick.

Of all our purposes. What say you to it? Hot. Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick, Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. In such a justling time? Who leads his power? Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:-Under whose government come they along? And yet, in faith, 'tis not: his present want A female character, who attends morris-dancers; gen. To set the exact wealth of all our states

Seems more than we shall find it:-Were it good, crally a man dressed like a woman. 1 Swoln, puffy.

2.This expression is applied by way of pre-eminence All at one cast ? to set so rich a main to the head of the Douglas family.

3 Languishing.

On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?

Ver.

There is more news It were not good: for therein should we read I learn'd in Worcester as I rode along, The very bottom and the soul of hope;

He cannot draw his power this fourteen days. The very list," the very utmost bound

Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. Of all our fortunes.

Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. Doug. Faith, and so we should;

Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach Where now remains a sweet reversion:

unto ? We may boldly spend upon the hope of what Ver. To thirty thousand. Is to come in:

Hot.

Forty let it be; A comfort of retirement lives in this.

My father and Glendower being both away, Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,

The powers of us may serve so great a day. If that the devil and mischance look big

Come, let us make a muster speedily:
Upon the maidenhead of our atlairs.

Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here, Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear
The quality and hairs of our attempt

Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. Brooks no division: It will be thought

(Exeunt. By some, that know not why he is away, That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike

SCENE II.- A public Road near Coventry. Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence;

Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH.
And think, how such an apprehension
May turn the tide of fearful faction,

Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry, fill And breed a kind of question in our cause:

me a bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march For well you know, we of the offering side

through; we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night. Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement;

Bard. Will you give me money, captain? And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence

Fal. Lay out, lay out. The eye of reason may pry in upon us:

Bard. This bottle makes an angel. This absence of your father's draws a curtain,

Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labor; and if it That shows the ignorant a kind of fear

make twenty, take them all, l'll answer the coinage. Before not dreamt of.

Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Hot. You strain too far. Bard. I will, captain: farewell.

(Exit. I, rather, of his absence make this use;

Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a It lends a lustre, and more great opinion,

soused gurnet. I have misused the king's press A larger dare to our great enterprize,

damnably. I have got in exchange of a hundred Than if the earl were here: for men must think,

and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. If we, without his help, can make a head

I press me none but good householders, yeomen's To push against the kingdom; with his help,

sons, inquire me out contracted bachelors, such as We shall 'erturn it, topsy-turvy down.

had been asked twice on the bans; such a comYet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. modity of warm slaves, as had as liet hear the devil Doug. As heart can think: there is not such a

as a drum; such as fear the report of a caliver word

worse than a struck fowl, or a hurt wild-duck. I Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.

pressed me none but such toasts and butter, with

hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON.

and they have bought out their services, and now Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as raglord.

ged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, glutton's dogs licked his sores: and such as, inIs marching hitherward; with him, prince John.

deed, were never soldiers, but discarded, unjust Hot. No harm: what more?

serving-men, younger sons to younger brothers, reVer.

And further, I have learn'd-volted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers The king himself in person is set forth,

of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more Or hitherwards intended speedily,

dishonorably ragged than an old-faced ancient :: With strong and mighty preparation.

and such have I to fill up the rooms of thein that Hot. He shall be welcome, too. Where is his son, have bought out their services, that you would The nimble-footed madcap prince of Wales,

think, that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodiAnd his comrads that daff'd the world aside,

gals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating And bid it pass?

draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms,

and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and All plum'd like estridges that wing the wind; pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such Bated like eagles having lately bath’d;

scare-crows. I'll not march through Coventry with Glittering in golden coats, like images;

them, that's flat:-Nay, and the villains march As full of spirit as the month of May,

wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyvess on; And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;

for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.

There's but a shirt and a half in all my company: I saw young Harry,–with his beaver on,

and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together, His cuisses' on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,

and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat Rise from the ground like featherd Mercury,

without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, And vaulted with such ease into his seat,

stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or the redAs if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,

nose inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one; To turn and wind a fiery Pagasus,

they'll find linen enough on every hedge. And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Enter PRINCE HENRY and WESTMORELAND. Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun in March,

P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt? This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; devil dost thou in Warwickshire!-My good lord

Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war,

of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought your All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them :

honor had already been at Shrewsbury. The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,

West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,

1 were there, and you too; but my powers are To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,

there already: The king, I can tell you, looks for And yet not ours:- Come, let me take my horse, us all: we must away all night. Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt,

Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a Against the bosom of the prince of Wales :

cat to steal cream. Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,

P. Hen. I think to steal cream, indeed; for thy Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.- theft hath already made thee butter. But, tell me, 0, that Glendower were come!

Jack; Whose fellows are these that come after?

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine. *Limit, boundary. 5 The complexion, the character. 6 Threw contemptuously. 7 Ostriches.

1 Musket.
2 Standard.

? Fetters. & Fresh.

9 Armor for the thighs. * Daventry, pronounced Daintry.

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