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Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, thy lap.

I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose!

Iath faulty wander'd and irregular, Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the Find pardon on my true submission. music plays.

K. Hen. God pardon thee! — yet let me wonder, Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh;

Harry, And'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.

At thy affections, which do hold a wing By'r-lady, he's a good musician.

Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. Lady P. The should you be nothing but musical : Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, Which by thy younger brother is supplied ; ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh!

Andart almost an alien to the hearts Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Of all the court and princes of my blood. Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? The hope and expectation of thy time Hot. No.

Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man Lady P. Then be still!

Prophetically does fore-think thy fall. Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.

Had I so lavish of my presence been, Lady P. Now God help thee!

So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.

So stale and cheap to vulgar company: Lady P. What's that?

Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Hot. Peace! she sings.

Had still kept loyal to possession,
A Welsh song sung by Lady M.

And left me in reputeless banishment,
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.

A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood, Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.

By being seldom seen, I could not stir, Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at: like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth ; That men would tell their children, This is he: and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; Others would say, - Where? Which is Bolingbroke? and, As sure as day:

And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And giv’st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, And dress'd myself in such humility,
As if thou never walk'dst further, than Finsbury. That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

Loud shouts and salutattions from their mouths,
A good mouth-filling oath, and leave in sooth, Even in the presence of the crowned king.
And such protest of pepper-ginger-bread,

Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new, To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens !

My presence, like a robe pontifical, Come, sing!

Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, Lady P. I will not sing.

Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast, Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast Audwon, by rareness, such solemnity. teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within The skipping king, he ambled up and down chese two hours; and so come in, when you will! With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,

(Exit. Soon kindled, and soon burn'd, carded his state, Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer ! you are as slow, Mingled his royalty with capering fools, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

Had his great nameprofaned with their scorns; By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then Aud gave his countenance, against his name, To horse immediately.

To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Mort. With all my heart.

[Exeunt. Of every beardless vain comparative,

Grew a companion to the common streets,
SCENE II. — London. A room in the palace. Enfeoff’d himselfto popularity,
Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords. That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
K. Hen. Lords, give us leave! the Prince of Wales They surfeited with honey, and began
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To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
Must have some conference. But be near at hand, More than a little is by much too much.
For we shall presently have need of you.

So, when he had occasion to be seen,

(Exeunt Lords. He was but as the cuckoo is in June, I know not, whether God will have it so,

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, For some displeasing service, I have done,

As, sick and blunted with community, That in his secret doom, out of my blood

Afford no extraordinary gaze, He'll breed revengement and a scourge forme

Such as is bent on sun-like majesty, But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

When it shines seldom in admiring eyes: Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,

Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect, To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,

As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Could such inordinate, and low desires,

Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, And in that very line, Harry, staud'st thou ; Such barren pleasures, rude society,

For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

With vile participation; not an eye Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

But is a-weary of thy common sight, And hold their level with thy princely heart?

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could

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Which now doth that I would not have it do, Quit all offences with as clear excuse,

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Myself of many, I am charg'd withal:

Be more myself. Yet such extenuation let me beg,

K. Hen. For all the world, As, in reproof of many tales devis’d,

As thou art to this hour, was Richard then, Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, - When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;

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And even as I was then, is Percy now.

If promises be kept on every hand, Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,

As ever ofler'd foul play in a state. He hath more worthy interest to the state,

K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day; Than thou, the shadow of succession;

With him my son, lord John of Lancaster; For, of no right, nor colour like to right,

For this advertisement is five days old. — He doth fillfields with harness in the realm,

On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,

Forward ; on Thursday, we ourselves will march. And, being no more in debt to years, than thou, Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on

Shall march through Glostershire; by which account, To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.

Our business valued, some twelve days hence What never-dying honour hath he got

Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds, Our hands are full of business ; let's away! Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. (Exeunt. Holds from all soldiers chief majority,

SCENE III.--Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's head And military title capital, Through all the kingdoms, that acknowledge Christ?

Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH. Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes, Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this This infant warrior in his enterprizes,

last action ? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, Discomfited great Douglas, ta’en him once,

my skin hangs about me,like an old lady's loose gown; Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,

I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, To fill the mouth of deep dehance up,

and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall And shake the peace and safety of our throne. be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a Capitulate against us, and are up.

brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Company, vilBut wherefore do I tell these news to thee?

lainous company, hath been the spoil of me. Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,

Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?

long. Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, Fal. Why, there is it:— come, sing me a bawdy Base inclination, and the start of spleen,

song, make me merry! I was as virtuously given, as a To fight against me under Percy's pay,

gentleman need to be, virtuous enough, swore little, To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns,

diced, not above seven times a week, went to a bawdyTo show, how much degenerate thou art.

house, not above once in a quarter — of an hour, paid P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so; money that I borrowed, three or four times, lived well, And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd and in good compass : and now I live out of all order, Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!' out of all compass. I will redeem all this on Percy's head,

Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must And, in the closing of some glorious day,

needs be out of all compass, out of all reasonable comBe bold to tell you, that I am your son; When I will wear a garment all of blood,

Fal.Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life. And stain my favours in a bloody mask,

Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. poop,--but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, of the burning lamp. That this same child of honour and renown,

Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it, as And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet. many a man doth of a death's-head, or a memento For every honour sitting on his helm,

mori. I never see thy face, but I think on hell-fire, and 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head Dives, that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes, My shames redoubled! for the time will come, burning, burning. Ifthou wert any way given to virtue, That I shall make this northern youth exchange I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, By this His glorious deeds for my indigoities.

fire: but thou art altogether given over, and wert inPercy is but my factor, good my lord,

deed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; darkness. When thou ran’st up Gadshill in the night, And I will call him to so strict account,

to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been That he shall render every glory up,

an ignis fütuus, or a ball of wild-fire, there's no parYea, even the slightest worship of his time, chase in money. O, thon art a perpetual triumph, an Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.

everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thouThis, in the name of God, I promise here:

sand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in The which if he be pleas’d, I shall perform,

the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack, that I do beseech your majesty, may salve

thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as Thelong-grown wounds of my intemperance : good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Earope. I have If not, the end of life cancels all bands,

maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,

time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

for it! K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this. Bard. 'Sblood, I would, my face were in your belly. Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust herein. Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heartEnter BLUNT.

burned. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.

Enter Hostess. Blunt. So hath the business, that I come to speak of. How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, yet, who picked my pocket? That Douglas, and the English rebels, met,

Ilost. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir John? The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury. Do you think, 1 keep thieves in my house? I have A mighty and a fearful head they are, ,

searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man

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Fal. You lic, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou, or many a hair : and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked. any man knows, where to have me, thou knave thou! Go to, you are a woman, go!

P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess, and he slanders Ílost. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called so in thee most grossly. mine own house before.

Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other Fal. Go to, I know yon well enough.

day, you ought him a thousand pound. Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: P. llen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and Fal. A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy love now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought is worth a million; thou owest me thy love. you a dozen of shirts to your back.

Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said, Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away he would cudgel you. to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Fal. Did I, Bardolph?

Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so. shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper. for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, P. Ilen. I say, 'tis copper: darest thou be as good, four and twenty pound.

as thy word now? Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay!

Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. I dare; but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear Fal. How ! poor? look upon his face! What call you the roaring of the lion's whelp: rich ? let them coin his nose, let them coin his P. Hen. And why not, as the lion ? cheeks! I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make Fal. The king himself is to be feared, as the lion. a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine Dost thou think, I'll fear thee, as I fear thy father? inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a nay, an Ido, I pray God, my girdle break! sealring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark. P.Ilen. O, ifit should, how would thy guts fall about

Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I thy knees! But,sirrah,there's no room for faith, truth, know not, how oft, that that ring was copper. nor honesty, in this bosom ofthine ; it is filled up with

Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; and guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman with pickif he were here, I would cudgel him, like a dog, if he ing thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent, emwould

bossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket, Enter Prince Henry and Poins, marching. Falstaff but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdymeets the Prince, playing on his truncheon,like a fife. houses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy, to Fal. How now, lad ? is the wind in that door, i'faith? make thee long winded ; if thy pocket were enriched must we all march?

with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion ? yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong. Flost. My lord, I pray you, hear me!

Art thou not ashamed? P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the state does thy husband? I love him well; he is an honest of innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack

Falstall do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest, I have Host. Good my lord, hear me!

more flesh,than another man, and therefore morefrailFal. Pr’ythee, let her alone, and list to me! ty. — You confess then, you picked my pocket? P. Hen. What sayst thou, Jack ?

P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee! Go, make ready breakarras, and had my pocket picked: this house is fast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets.

thy guests! thou shalt find me tractable to any hor P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack?

nest reason: thon seest, I am pacified.-Still ?- Nay, Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal?three or four bonds pr’ythee, be gone! [Exit Hostess.) Now, Hal, to the of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grand-news at court! for the robbery, lad, — how is that father's.

answered ? P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter! P. llen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good anHost. So I told him, my lord ; and I said, I heard gel to thee. The money is paid back again. your grace say so. And, my lord, he speaks must vile- Fal. 0, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double ly of

you, like a foul-mouthed man, as he is, and labour. said, he would cudgel you.

P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may P. Hen. What! he did not?

do any thing. Hośt. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, in me else.

and do it with unwashed hands too! Fal. There's no more faith in thee, than in a stewed Bard. Do, my lord! prune, nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn P. Hen. I have procured thec, Jack, a charge of foot. fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian may be the Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go ! find one, that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of Host. Say, what thing? what thing ?

the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts ! I am heinFal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on. ously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these Host. I am nothing to thank God on, I would thou rebels, they offend none, but the virtuous; I laud should’st know it; I am an honest man's wife: and, set them, I praise them. ting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call P. Hen. Bardolph —

Bard. My lord ? Fal Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast, P. Hen. Go biar this letter to lord John of Lancaster! to say otherwise.

My brother Join ; this to my lord of Westmoreland.llost. Say, what beast, thou knave thou? Go, Poins, to horse, to horse! for thou, and I Fal. What beast? why, an otter.

Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner tinie. P. Hen. An otter, sir John ? why an otter? 'Jack,

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A comfort of retirement lives in this. At two o'clock i'the afternoon!

Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, There shalt thou know thy charge, and there receive If that the devil and mischance look big Money, and order for their furniture.

Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. The land is burning; Percy stands on high; Wor. But yet I would, your father had been here. And either they, or we, must lower lie.

The quality and hair of our attempt [Exeunt Prince, Poins, and Bardolph. Brooks no division. It will be thought Fal. Rare words ! brave world !--Hostess, my break- By some, that know not, why he is away, fast; come:

That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike 0, I could wish, this tavern were my

drum. (Exit. Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence;

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And breed a kind of question in our cause,
SCENE I. — The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. For, well you know, we of the offering side

Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas. Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement, Hot. Well said, my noble Scot! If speaking truth, And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence In this fine age, were not thought flattery,

The eye of reason may pry in upon us. Such attribution should the Douglas have,

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That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
Should go so general current through the world. Before not dreamt of.
By heaven, I cannot flatter, I defy

Hot. You strain too far.
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place 1, rather, of his absence make this use :
In my heart's love hath no man, than yourself; It lends a lustre, and more great opinion,
Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord! A larger dare to our great enterprize,
Doug. Thou art the king of honour :

Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
No man so potent breathes upon the ground, If we, without his help, can make a head
But I will beard him.

To push against the kingdom ; with his help,
Hot Do so, and 'tis well:

We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.-
Enter a Messenger, with letters.

Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.'
What letters hast thou there?-I can but thank you. Doug. As heart can think: there is not such a word
Mess. These letters come from your father, Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself?

Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON.
Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous sick. Hot. My cousin Vernon ! welcome, by my sonl!
Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick, Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord !
In such a justling time? Who leads his power? The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
Under whose government come they along? Is marching hitherwards ; with him, prince John.

Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Hot. No harm ! What more?
Wor. I pr’ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed ? Ver. And further, I have learn’d,
Mess. He did, my lord, four days, ere I set forth, The king himself in person is set forth,
And at the time of my departure thence,

Or hitherwards intended speedily,
He was much fear'd by his physicians.

With strong and mighty preparation. Wor.I would, the state of time had first been whole, Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his son, Ere he by sickness had been visited ;

The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales, His health was never better worth, than now. And his comrades, that dafi'd the world aside

Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect And bid it pass ?
The very life-blood of our enterprize :

Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms, 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.

All plum'd, like estridges, that wing the wind; He writes me here,-that inward sickness Bated, like eagles having lately bath'd ; And that his friends by deputation could not Glittering in golden coats, like images; So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet, As full of spirit, as the month of May, To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; On any soul remov’d, but on his own.

Wanton, as youthful goats, wild, as young bulls. Yet dóth he give us bold advertisement, –

I saw young Harry, — with his beaver on, That with our small conjunction, we should on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d, To see, how fortune is dispos’d to us:

Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, For, as he writes, there is no quailing now, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, Because the king is certainly possess'd

As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,' Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, Wor. Your father's siekness is a maim to us. And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Hot, A perilous gash, a very limba lopp'd off! Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun in March, And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come. Seems more, than we shall find it. - Were it good, They come like sacrifices in their trim, To set the exact wealth of all our states

And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war, All at one east? to set so rich a main

All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them. On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?

The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit, It were not good; for therein should we read Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire, The very bottom and the soul of hope,

To hear, this rich reprisal is so nigh, The very list, the very utmost bound

And yet not ours. Come, let me take my horse, Of all our fortunes.

Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt, Dough. Faith, and so we should,

Against the bosom of the prince of Wales. Where now remains a sweet reversion:

Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, We may boldly spend upon the hope of what Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse. Is to come in ;

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were there, and you too; but my powers are there I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,

already. The king, I can tell you, looks for us all; He cannot draw his power this fourteen days. we must away all night. Doug. That's the worst tidings, that I hear of yet. Fal. Tut, never fear me! I am as vigilant, as a cat Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. to steal cream. Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach unto? P. Hen. I think, to steal cream indeed; forthy theft Ver. To thirty thousand.

hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, Hot. Forty let it be!

whose fellows are these, that come after? My father and Glendower being both away,

Fal. Mine, Ilal, mine.
The powers of us may serve so great a day. P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals.
Come, let us make a muster speedily!

Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss! food for powDoomsday is near; die all, die merrily!

der, food for powder! they'll fill a pit, as well as betDoug. Talk not of dying! I am out of fear ter: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men! Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. West. Ay, but, sir John, methinks they are exceed

[Exeunt. ing poor and bare; too beggarly.

Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty, -I know not, where SCENE II. A public road near Coventry. they had that: and for their bareness, - I am sure, Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.

they never learned that of me. Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry, fill me P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three a bottle of sack! our soldiers shall march through; fingers on the ribs, bare. But, sirrali, make haste ! we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night.

Percy is already in the field.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain ? Fal. What, is the king encamped ?
Fal. Lay out, lay out!

West. He is, sir John ; I fear, we shall stay too long. Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

Fal. Well, Pal. Au if it do, take it for thy labour! and if it The latter end of a fray,and the beginning of a feast, make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage. Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. (Exeunt. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain : farewell!

[Exit. SCENE III.—The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a souced Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Verxox. gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty sol- Wor. It may not be. diers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none, Doug. You give him then advantage. but good householders, yeomens' sons: inquire me Ver. Not a whit. out contracted bachelors such as had been asked twice Hot. Why say yon so ? looks he uot for supply? on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves, as Ver. So do we. had as lief hear the devil, as drum; such as fear the Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful. report of a caliver worse, than a struck fowl, or a hurt Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd! stir not to-night! wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and but- Ver. Do not, my lord ! ter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger, than pins' Doug. You do not counsel well; heads, and they have bought out their services; and You speak it out of fear, and cold heart. now my whole charge consists, of ancients, corporals, Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas! by my life, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged, (And I dare well maintain it with my life,) as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's If well-respected honour bid me on, dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never i hold as little counsel with weak fear, soldiers; but discarded unjust servingmen, younger As you, my lord, or any Scot, that lives. sons to younger brothers,revolted tapsters, and ostlers Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle, trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm word, and a long Which of us fears ! peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged, than Doug. Yea, or to-night. an old-faced ancient! and such have I, to fill up the Ver. Content. rooms of them, that have bought out their services, Ilot. To-night, say I. that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty Ver. Come, come, it may not be. tattered prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, I wonder much, being men of such great leading, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me That you foresee not, what impediments on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gib- Drag back our expedition. Certain horse bets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up: such scare-crows. I'll not march throngh Coventry Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day; with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains inarch And now their pride and mettle is asleep, wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for in- Their courage with lard labour tame and dull, deed, I had the most of them out of prison. There is That not a horse is half the half himself. but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the Hot. So are the horses of the enemy half-shirt is two napkins,tacked together, and thrown In general, journey-bated, and brought low; over the shoulders, like a herald's coat without The better part of ours is full of rest. sleeves ; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours: host at Saint Alban's, or the red-nose innkeeper of For God's sake, cousin, stay, till all come in! Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough

[The trumpet sounds a parley. ou every hedge.

Enter Sir WALTER Bluxt. Enter Prince Henry, and WESTMORELAND. Blunt. I come with gracions offers from the king, P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt? If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect. Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a devil Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; and 'would to God, dost thou in Warwickshire? My good lord of You were of our determination! Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought, your ho- Some of us love you well: and even those some nour had already been at Shrewsbury.

Envy your great deserving, and good name, West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that I Because yon are not of our quality,