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an honester, and truer-hearted man,-Well, fare
thee well.

Bard. (Within.) Mistress Tear-sheet,-
Host. What's the matter?

Bard. (Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to my master. Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll.



SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace.

Then check'd and rated by Northumberland, Enter King Henry in his Night-gown with a Page. Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which

Did speak these words, now provod a prophecy? K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne; Warwick;

Though then, heaven knows, I had no such inBut, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,

tent; And well consider of them: Make good speed.- But that necessity so bow'd the state,

[Exit Page. That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss :-
How many thousand of my poorest subjects The time shall come, thus did he tollow it,
Are at this hour asleep!--Sleep, gentle sleep, The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,
Nature's soft nurse, how have 1 frighted thee, Shall break into corruption:-80 went on,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, Foretelling this same time's condition,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

And the division of our amity.
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, War. There is a history in all men's lives,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd: And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, With a near aim, of the main chance of things Under the canopies of costly state,

As yet not come to life; which in their seeds, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, Such things become the hatch and brood of time; In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, And, by the necessary form of this, A watch-case, or a common ’larum beli?

King Richard might create a perfect guess, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast

That great Northumberland, then false to him, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; In cradle of the rude imperious surge;

Which should not find a ground to root upon, And in the visitation of the winds

Unless on you. Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

K. Hen. Are these things then necessities! Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them Then let us meet thein like necessities: With deafʼning clamors in the slippery clouds, And that same word even now cries out on us; That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? They say, the bishop and Northumberland Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose Are tiity thousand strong. To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;


It cannot be, my lord; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, Rumor doth double, like the voice and echó, With all appliances and means to boot,

The numbers of the feard:- Please it your grace, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! To go to bed; upon my life, my lord, Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

The powers that you already have sent forth, Enter WARWICK and SURREY.

Shall bring this prize in very easily.

To comfort you the more, I have received War. Many good morrows to your majesty!

A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords?

Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

And these unscason'd hours, perforce, must add K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my Unto your sickness. lords.

K. Hon.

I will take your counsel: Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? And, were these inward wars once out of hand, War. We have, my liege.

We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. K. Hen. Then you perceive the body of our

(Exeunt. kingdom, How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,

SCENE II.-Court before Justice Shallow's House And with what danger, near the heart of it.

in Gloucestershire. War. It is but as a body, yet, distemperd; Which to his former strength may be restor'd,

Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, With good advice, and little medicine:

SILADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULL-CALF, and Servants My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

behind. K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the book Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your of fate;

hand, sir, give me your hand, sir; an early stírrer, And see the revolution of the times

by the rood.' And how doth my good cousin Make mountains level, and the continent

Silence? (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself

Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow, Into the sea ! and, other times, to sce

Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? The beachy girdle of the ocean

and your fairest daughter, and mine, my godToo wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, daughter Ellen? And changes fill the cup of alteration

Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow. With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,

Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin The happiest youth,-viewing his progress through, William is become a good scholar: He is at Oxford, What perils past, what crosses to ensue,

still, is he not? Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. Sil. Indeed, sir; to my cost. 'Tis not ten years gone,

Shal. He must then to the inns of court, shortly: Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, I was once of Clement's Inn; where, I think, they Did teast together, and, in two years after,

will talk of mad Shallow yet. [Vere they at wars: It is but eight years, since Sil. You were called-lusty Shallow, then, cousin. This Percy was the man nearest my soul;

Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,

I would have done any thing indeed, and roundly And laid his love and life under my foot:

too. There was I, and little John Doit of StatlordYea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, shire, and black George Bare, and Francis PickGave him defiance. But which of you was by, bone, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man.--you had (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,).

not four such swinge-bucklers in all the inns of

(To WARWICK. court again: and I may say to you, we knew where When Richard,-with his eye brimfull of tears, the bona-robas were. Then was Jack Falstaff, Noise. ? Those in lowly situations.

& Cross.

now sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mow- Ful. Is thy name Mouldy? bray, duke of Nortolk.

Moril. Yes, ani't please you. Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither Fal. 'The ti:e more time thou wert used. anon, about soldiers ?

Shul. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, itaith! things Shul. The same sir John, the very same; I saw that are mouldy, lack use: Very singular good! him break Skogan's head at the court gate, when in faith, well waia, sii John; very well said. he was a crack, not thus high: and the very same Fal. Prick hin.

(TO SHALLOW. day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruit- Moul. I was pr'cked well enough before, an you erer, behind Gray's Inn. O, the mad days that I could have let me alone: my old dame will be unhave spent! and to see how many of mine old ac- done now, for one to go ber husbandry, and her quaintance are dead!

drudgery: you need not to have pricked me; there Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.

are other inen fitter to go cathan I. Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure; . Go to; peace, Mounty, vossaigi Mouldy, death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all it is time you were spent. shall die.-How a good yoke of bullocks at Stam. Moul. Spent! ford fair?

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace, stand aside; Know Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

you where you are?- For the ther, sir Torn:-let Shal. Death is certain.- Is old Double of your me see;-Simon Shadow! town living yet?

Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to sit under: Sil. Dead, sir.

he's like to be a cold soldier. Shal. Dead!-See, see!-he drew a good bow;- Shal. Where's Shadow ! And dead!-He shot a tine shoot :-John of Gaunt Shad. Here, sir. loved him well, and betted much money on his Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou? head. Dead!-he would have clapped 'i the clout Shad. My mother's son, sir. at twelve score;' and carried you a forehand shalt Fal. Thý mother's son! like enough roa thiy at fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would father's shadow: so the son of the female is he have done a man's heart good to see.--How a shadow of the male: It is often so, indeed; bu: ne. score of ewes now?

much of the father's substance. Sil. Thereafter as they be; a score of good ewes Shal. Do you like him, sir John? may be worth ten pounds.

Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,-prick him Shal. And is old Double dead!

- for we have a number of shadows to fill up the Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him.


Shal. Thomas Wart! Sil. Here comes two of sir John Falstaff's men, Fal. Where's he? as I think.

Wart. Here, sir. Burd. Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech you, which is justice Shallow?

Fal. Is thy name Wart?

Wart. Yea, sir. Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire

Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. of this county, and one of the king's justices of the

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John? peace: What is your good pleasure with me?

Fal. It were supertuous: for his apparel is built Burd. My captain, sir, commends him to you: upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon. my captain, sir John Falstaff: a talla gentleman, pins: prick him no more. by heaven, and a most gallant leader.

Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, sir; you can do Shal. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good it: I commend you well.- Francis Feeble! backsword man: How doth the good knight? may

Fee. Here, sir. I ask, how my lady his wife doth?

Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble? Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommo

Fee. A woman's tailor, sir. dated than with a wife.

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir? Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well

Fal. You may: but it he had been a man's tailoi said indeed too. Better accommodated !-it is good; he would have pricked you.-Wilt thou make as yea, indeed, it is: good phrases are surely, and ever many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done were, very commendable. Accommodated !- it in a woman's petticoat? comes from accommodo; very good; a good phrase.

Fee. I will do my good will, sir; you can have Bard. Pardon me, sir: I have heard the word. Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not

Fal. Well, said, good woman's tailor! well said, the phrase: but I will maintain the word with my courageous Feeble! Thou will be as valiant as the sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of ex-wrathtul dove, or most magnanimous mouse.ceeding good command. Accommodated; that is, Prick the woman's tailor well, master Shallow, when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or deep, master Shallow. when a man is,-being,-whereby,-he may be Fee. I would, Wart might have gone, sir. thought to be accommodated, which is an excellent Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor; that thou thing Enter FALSTAFF.

might'st mend him, and make him tit to go. I can

not put him to a private soldier, that is the leader Shal. It is very just:-Look, here comes good sir of so many thousand: Let that sutlice, most forcible John.-Give me your good hand, give me your Feeble. worship's good hand: By my troth, you look well, Fee. It shall suffice, sir. and bear your years very well: welcome, good sir Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.John.

Who is next?
Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green!
Robert Shallow :-Master Sure-card, as I think. Ful. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.

Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in Bull. Here, sir. commission with me.

Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow!--Come, prick me Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Bull-calf till he roar again, should be of the peace.

Bull. ( lord ! good my lord captain,Sil. Your good worship is welcome.

Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art Fal. Fye! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, have pricked? you provided me here half a dozen sutħcient men? Bull. O lord sir! I am a diseased man. Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?

Fal. What disease hast thou? Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you.

Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cough, sir; which Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's I caught with ringing in the king's atlairs, upon his the roll!-let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so: coronation-day, sir. Yea, marry, sir-Ralph Mouldy:--let thein appear Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; as I call; let them do so, let them do so.-Let me we will have away thy cold; and I will take such see; where is Mouldy?

order, that thy friends shall ring for thee.-Is here Moul. Here, an't please you.

all? Shal. What think you, sir John: a good limbed Shal. Here is two more called than your num. fellow: young, strong, and of good friends.

ber? you must have but four here, sir;-and so, I 1 Hit the white mark at twelve score yards. pray you, go in with me to dinner. % Brave.

Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot

no more.



tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, terer’s hammer; come off, and on, swifter than he master Shallow.

that gibbets-on the brewer's buchet. And this Shal. O, sir John, do you remeinber since we lay same hall-laced fellow,Shadow,-give me this man; all night in the windmill in Saint George's field ? he presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman

Ful. No more of that, good master Shallow, no may with as great aim level at the edge of a penmore of that.

knife: And, for a retreat, how swiftly will this Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off! O, give me the Night-work alive?

spare man, and spare me the great ones. Put me a Fal. She lives, master Shallow.

caliver' into Wart's hand, Bardolph. Shal. She never could away with me.

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse;' thus, thus, thus. Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So:--very could not abide master Shallow.

well: go to :-very good :-exceeding good.-0, give Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own - Well said, i'faith, Wart; thou art a good scab: well?

hold, there's a tester for thee. Fal. Old, old, master Shallow.

Shal. He is not his crafts master, he doth not do Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose it right. I remember at Mile-end green, (when I but be old; certain she's old; and had Robin Night- lay at Clement's Inn,-1 was then sir Dagonet in work by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's Arthur's show,') there was a little quiver fellow, Inn.

and 'a would manage you his piece thus: and 'a Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.

would about and about, and come you in, and come Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen you in: rah, tuh, tah, would 'a say; bounce would that that this knight and I have seen!-Ha, sir'a say; and away again would 'a go, and again John, said I well?

woulå 'a come:- I shall never see such a fellow. Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow. master Shallow.

-God keep you, master Silence; I will not use Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have: many words with you:-Fare you well, gentlemen in faith, sir John, we have; our watch-word was, both: I thank you: I must a dozen mile to-night. Hem, boys!--Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to - Bardolph, give the soldiers coats. dinner:-0, the days that we have seen!--Come, Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you and prosper

(E.c. FalstaFF, SHALLow, and SILENCE. your affairs, and send us peace! As you return, visit Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my my house; let our old acquaintance be renewed: friend; and here is four Harry ten shillings in peradventure, I will with you to the court. French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. as liet be hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own Shal. Go to; I have spoke at a word. Fare you part, sir, I do not care; but, rather because I am well.

(Exeunt SHALLow and SILENCE. unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a desire to Ful. Fare you well, gentle gentleman. On, Barstay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for dolph; lead the men away. (Exeunt BARDOLPH, mine own part, so much.

Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will tetch oil these Bard. Go to; stand aside.

justices: I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my Lord, lord, how subject we old men are to this vice old dame's sake, stand my friend: she has nobody of lying! This same starved justice hath done nothto do any thing about her, when I am gone: and ing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall have and the seats he hath done about Turnbull-street; & forty, sir.

and every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer Burd. Go to; stand aside.

than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Fee. By my troth, I care not;-a man can die but Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a once;-we owe God a death;-I'll ne'er bear a base cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all mind;-an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantasman's too good to serve his prince; and, let it go ticaly carved upon it with a knife: he was so forwhich way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for lorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were inthe next.

visible: he was the very Genius of tamine; yet Bard. Well said; thou'rt a good fellow.

lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called him Fee. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

-mandrake: he came ever in the rearward of the Re-enter Falstaff and Justices.

fashion; and sung those tunes to the over-scutched

huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have ?

sware—they were his fancies, or his good-nights." Shal. Four, of which you please.

And now is this Vice's dagger8 become a squire, Bard. Sir, a word with you:- I have three pound and talks so familiarly of John of Gaunt, as it he to tree Mouldy and Bull-calf.

had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be sworn Fal. Go to; well.

he never saw him but once in the Tilt-yard; and Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you have? then he burst his head, for crowding among the Fal. Do you choose for me.

marshal's men. I saw it; and told John of Gaunt, Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, he beat his own name:' for you might have truss'd and Shadow.

him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin: the case Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf: For you, Mouldy, of a treble haut-boy was a mansion for him, a court; stay at home, still; you are past service:-and for and now has he land and beeves. Well; I will be your part, Bull-cali,-grow till you come unto it; I acquainted with him, if return: and it sha go will none of you.

hard, but I will make him a philosopher's two Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong; stones to me: If the young dace be a bait for the they are your likeliest men, and I would have you old pike, I see no reason, in the law of nature, but served with the best.

may snap at him.

Let time shape, and there an Ful. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to end.

(Exit. choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give 3 Musket. 4 March 6 An exhibition of archery. me the spirit, master Shallow.--Here's Wart;-you 6 In Clerkenwell.

* Titles of little poems. see what a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge 8 A wooden dagger like that used by the modern harleyou, and discharge you, with the motion of a pew- quin.

"Gaunt is thin, slender 28


SCENE I.-A Forest in Yorkshire.

I have in equal balance justly weigh'd

What wrongs our arins may do, what wrongs we Enterthe Archbishop of YORK, MOWBRAY, I


sutler, and others.

And find our griefs a heavier than our offences. Arch. What is this forest call'd?

We see which way the stream oi tine doth run, Hust. 'Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please your And are entorced from our most quiet sphere grace.

by the rough torrent of occasion: Arch. llere stand, my lord, and send discoverers and have the summary of all our griefs, forth,

When time shall serve, to show in articles: To know the numbers of our enemies.

Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king, Hast. We have sent forth already.

And might by no suil gain our audience: Arch.

'Tis well done. When we are wrong'd, and would untold our griets, My friends and brethern in these great affairs, We are denied access unto his person I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd

Even by those men that most have done us wrong. New-dated letters from Northumberland;

The dangers of the days but newly gone, Their cold intent, tenor, and substance thus:

(Whose memory is wriiten on the earth Here doth he wish his person, with such powers With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples As might hold sortances with his quality,

Of every minute's instance, (present now,) The which he could not levy; whereupon

Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms: He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,

Not to break peace, or any branch of it; To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers, But to establish here a peace indeed, That your attempts may overlive the hazard, Concurring both in vaine and quality. And fearful meeting of their opposite.

West. When ever yet was your appeal denied ? Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch wherein have you been galled by the king? ground,

What peer hath been suborn'd tó grate on you? And dash themselves to pieces.

That you should seal this lawless bloody book Enter a Messenger.

Of torged rebellion with a seal divine,

And consecrate commotion's bitter edge? Hast.

Now, what news?

Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth, Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,

To brother born a household cruelty, In goodly form comes on the enemy:

I make my quarrel in particular. And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number

West. There is no need of any such redress; Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.

Mowb. Why not to him, in part; and to us all, out.

That feel the bruises of the days before;
Let us sway on, and face them in the field.

And sutter the condition of these times,

To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here? | Upon our honors ?
Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland,


O my good lord Mowbray, West. Health and fair greeting from our general, Construe the times to their necessities, The prince, lord John, and duke of Lancaster.

And you shall say indeed,-it is the time, Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in And not the king, that doth you injuries. peace:

Yet, for your part, it not appears to me, What doth concern your coming?

Either from the king, or in the present time, West.

Then, my lord,

That you should have an inch of any ground Unto your grace do I in chief address

To build a grief on; Were you not restor'd The substance of my speech. It that rebellion

To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories, Came like itself, in base and abject routs,

Your noble and right-well remembered father's? Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,

Mowb. What thing, in honor, had my father lost, And countenanced by boys and beggary;

That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me? I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd,

The king, that lov'd him, as the state stood then, In his true, native, and most proper shape,

Was, torce perforce, compell'd to banish him: You, reverend father, and these noble lords,

And then, when Harry Bolingbroke and he,Had not been here, to dress the ugly form

Being mounted, and both roused in their seats, Of base and bloody insurrection

Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, With your fair honors. You, lord archbishop,

Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;

Their eyes of tire sparkling through sights of steel, Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touchd; And the loud trumpet blowing them together; Whose learning and good letters peace hatli tutor'd; Then, then, when there was nothing could have Whose while investments tigure innocence,

staid The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,

My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,

0, when the king did throw his warders down, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,

His own lite hung upon the staff' he threw: Into the harsh and boistrous tongue of war?'

Then threw he down himself; and all their lives, Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,

That by indictment, and by dint of sword, Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine

Have since iniscarried under Bolingbroke. To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

Wcst. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know Arch. Wherefore do I this? so the question stands.

not what: Brietly to this end:-We are all diseased;

The earl ot Hereford was reputed then And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours,

In England the most valiant gentleman; Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,

Who knows, on whom fortune would then have And we inust bleed for it: of which disease

smiled ? Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.

But if your father had been victor there, But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland,

He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry: I take not on me here as a physician;

For all the country, in a general voice, Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,

Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers, and Troop in the throngs of military ma;

love, Bul, rather, show a while like tearful war,

Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on, To diet rank minds, sick of happiness;.

And bless'd and graced indeed, more than the king. And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop

But this is mere digression from my purpose.Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.

Here come I from our princely general,
1 Be suitable.



To know your griess; to tell you from his grace, Arch.

"Tis very true; That he will give you audience: and wherein And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal, It shall appear that your demands are just,

11 we do now make our atonement well, You shall enjoy them; every thing set off,

Our pe:lce will, like a broken limb united,
That might so much as think you enemies. Grow stronger for the breaking:
Mowb. But he hath torced us to compel this Mowb.

Be it so.

Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.
And it proceeds from policy, not love.

West. Mowbray, you overween,' to take it so;
This offer comes from mercy, not from lear:

West. The prince is here at hand: Pleaseth your For, lo! within a ken,' our army lies:

lordship, Upon iny honor, all too confident

To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? To give admittance to a thought of fear.

Mown. Your grace of York, in God's name then Our battle is more full of names than yours,

set torrard. Our men more perfect in the use of arms,

Arch. Before, and greet his grace:-my lord, we Our armor all as strong, our cause the best;

(Exeunt. Then reason wills our hearts should be as good :Say you not then, our ofler is compellid.

SCENE II.-Another Part of the Forest. Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the ARCHBISHOP, parley.

HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, PRINCH West. That argues but the shame of your offence:

John of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, Officers, anı A rotten case abides no handling.

Hast. Hath the prince John a full commission,
In very ample virtue of his father,

P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my couTo hear, and absolutely to determine

sin Mowbray: Of what conditions we shall stand upon?

Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop:West. That is intended in the general's name: And so to you, lord Hastings--and to all.I muse, you make so slight a question.

My lord of York, it better show'd with you, Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this When that your flock, assembled by the bell, schedule;

Encircled you to hear with reverence For this contains our general grievances:

Your ex position on the holy text; Each several article herein redress'd;

Than now to see you here an iron man, All members of our cause both here and hence, Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, That are insinew'd to this action,

Turning the word to sword, and lite to death. Acquitted by a true substantial form;

That man that sits within a monarch's heart, And present execution of our wills

And ripens in the sunshine of his favor, To us, and to our purposes consign'd;

Would he abuse the countenance of the king, We come within our awful banks again,

Alack, what mischiets might he set abroach, And knit our powers to the arms of peace.

In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, West. This will I show the general. Please you, It is even so:-Who hath not heard it spoken, lords,

How deep you were within the books of God? In sight of both our battles we may meet:

To us, the speaker in his parliament;
And either end in peace, which heaven so frame! To us, the imagind voice of God himself;
Or to the place of diflerence call the swords The very opener and intelligencer,
Which must decide it.

Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
Arch. My lord, we will do so. (Erit West. And our dull workings: (), who shall believe,
Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom, tells But you misuse the reverence of your place;

Employ the countenance and grace or heaven, That no conditions of our peace can stand. As a talse lavorite doth his prince's name, Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our In deeds dishonorabile! You have taken up, peace

Under the counterfeited zeal of God, Upon such large terms, and so absolute,

The subjects of his substitute, my father; As our conditions shall consist upon,

And, both against the peace of heaven and him, Our peace shall stand as tirm as rocky mountains. Have here up-swarm'd them. Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such,


Good my lord of Lancaster, That every slight and falsc-derived cause,

I am not here against your father's peace: Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,

But, as I told my lord of Westinoreland, Shall, to the king, taste of this action:

The time misorderu doth, in common sense, That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind, To hold our safety up. I sent your grace That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, The parcels and particulars of our grief; And good from bad find no partition.

The which hath been with scorn shoy'd from the Arch. No, no, my lord; Note this,-the king is

court, weary

Whereon this Hydra son of war is born: Of dainty and such picking, grievances:

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, • For he hath found,--to end one doubt by death, With grant of our most just and right desires; Revives two greater in the heirs of life.

And true obedience of this madness cured,
And therefore will he wipe his tables' clean; Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
And keep no tell-tale to his memory,

Mowb. it not, we ready are to try our fortunes That may repeat and history his loss

To the last man. To new remembrance: For full well he knows, llast.

And though we here fall down, He cannot so precisely weed this land,

We have supplies to second our attempt; As his misdoubts present occasion:

If they miscarry, theirs shall second them: His foes are so enrooted with his friends,

And so, success of mischiet shall be born; That, plucking to unfix an enemy,

And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, He doih unfasten so, and shake a friend.

Whiles England shall have generation. So that this land, like an offensive wite,

P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much That hath enraged him on to offer strokes;

too shallow, As he is striking, holds his intant up,

To sound the bottom of the after-times. And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm

West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them diThat was upreard to execution.

recily. Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods How far-forth you do like their articles? On late oflenders, that he now doth lack

P. John. I like them all, and do allows them well. The very instruments of chastisement:

And swear here by the honor of my blood, So that his power, like to a fangless lion,

My father's purposes have been mistook; May offer, but not hold.

And some about him have too lavishly

Wrested his meaning and authority.* Think too highly. 5 Sight. . Understood. My lord, these griets shall be with speed redress'd, 7 Woner.

8 Trivial. Insignificant. I Book for memorandums. * Succession

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