street too.

West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester, Fal. Yea, and so used it, that, were it not here apMalevolent to you in all aspects ;

parent that thou art heir apparent ---But, I pr’ythec, Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in EngThe crest of youth against your dignity.

land when thou art king? and resolution thus fobK. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; bed as it is, with the rusty curb of old father anAnd, for this cause, awhile we must neglect tic, the law ? Do not thou, when thon art king, hang Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

a thief! Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we

P. Hen. No; thou shalt. Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords ! Fal. Shall I? O rare ! By the Lord, I'll be a brave But come yourself with speed to us again!

judge. For more is to be said, and to be done,

P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, thou Than out of anger can be uttered.

shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become West. I will, my liege.

(Exeunt. a rare hangman.

Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps SCENE II. - The same. Another room in the palace. with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I Enter Henry, prince of Wales, and Falstaff.

can tell you. Fal. Now, Hal, 'what time of day is it, lad ? P. Hen. For obtaining of suits? P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old Pal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the hangsack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping man hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as meupon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten lancholy, as a gib cat, or a lugged bear. to demand that truly, which thou would'st truly know. P. Hen. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bag-pipe. day ? Unless hours were cups of sack, and minntes ca- P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the mepons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the lancholy of Moor-ditch? signs of leaping houses, and the blessed sun himself Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes ; and a fair hot wench in flame-colour'd taflata, I see no art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet reason why thou should'st be so superfluous to de- young prince, -—But, Hal, I pr’ythee, trouble me no mand the time ot the day.

more with vanity! I would to God, thou and I knew, Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal; for we, where a commodity of good names were to be that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars, bought. An old lord of the council rated me the other and not by Phoebus, he, that wandering knight day in the street about you, sir ; but I marked him 80 fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou 'art not, and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded king - as, God save thy grace, ( majesty, I should him not: and yet he talked wisely, and in the say; for grace thou wilt have none, P. Hen. What! none?

P. llen. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries out Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to in the streets, and no man regards it. be prologue to an egg and butter.

Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, P. Hen, Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly! able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, upon me, Hal, - God forgive thee for it! Before I let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be kuew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if called thieves of the day's beauty! let us be Dia- a man should speak truly, little better, than one of pa's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give the moon! And let men say, we be men of good go- it over ; by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain ; I'll vernment; being governed as the sea is, by our noble be damned for never a king's son in Christendom. and chaste mistress, the moon, under whose coun

P.Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow,Jack? tenance we--steal.

Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, i'll make one; an I do P. Hen Thon say’st well; and it holds well too: not, call me villain, and baffle me! for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, doth P. llen. I sce a good amendment of life in thee; ebb and flow, like the sea; being governed, as the sea from praying, to purse-taking. is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold

Enter Poins, at a distance. most resolutely snatched on Monday night, and most Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning,got with swear- for a man, to labour in his vocation. Poins ! -Now ing-lay by, and spent with crying-bring in : now, in as shall we know, if Gadshill have set a match. O, if men low an ebb, as the foot of the ladder; and, by and were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell were by, in as high a flow, as the ridge of the gallows. hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent Fal. By the Lord, thou say:st true, lad. And is not villain, that ever cried, Stand, to a true man. my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?

P. Hen. Good-morrow,

Ned! P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the Poins. Good-morrow, sweet Hal!—What says moncastle! And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe sieur Remorse? What'says sir John

Sack-and-sugar? of durance?

Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, Pal

. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in thy that thou soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup quips, and thy quiddities ? what a plagne have I to of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg? do with a buff jerkin ?

P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of hostess of the tavern ?

proverbs, he will give the devil his due. Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, ma

Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word ny a time and oft.

with the devil. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening the Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all devil.

Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin by four o'clock, early' at Gadshill! There are

pilgrims would stretch ; and, where it would not, I have used going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders

riding to London with fat purses. I have visors fia

there.

you all, you have horses for yourselves ; Gadshill lies Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
to-vight in Rochester; I have bespoke supper to- By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
morrow night in Eastcheap; we may do it as secure, of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
as sleep; if you will go, I will stull your purses full If all the year were playing holidays,
of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home, and be To sport would be as tedious, as to work;
hanged!

But when they seldom come, they wish’d-for come,
Fal, Hear me,

Yedward! if I tarry at home, and And nothing pleaseth, but rare accidents. go not, I'll hang you for going.

So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, Poins. You will, chops ?

fond pay the debt, I never promised, Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ?

By how much better, than my word, I am, P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith! By so much shall I falsify men's hopes, Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood My reformation, glittering o'er my fault

,
royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
P.Hen.Well,then once in my days I'll be a mad-cap. Than that, which hath no foil to set it off.
Fal, Why, that's well said.

I'll so oflend, to make offence a skill;
P. Hen. Well, come what will! I'll tarry at home. Redeeming time, when men think least I will: [Exit.
Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou
art king.

SCENEII.—The same. Another room in the palace.
P. Hen. I care not.

Enter King Henny, NORTHUMBERLAND,

WORCESTER, Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince and me HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and Others. alone! I will lay hiin down such reasons for this ad- K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, venture, that he shall go.

Unapt to stir at these indignities, Fal.Well

, may'st thou have the spirit of persuasion, And you kave found me; for, accordingly, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest, You tread upon my patience; but, be sure, may move, and what he hears, may be believed, that the I will from henceforth rather be myself, true prince may (for recreation sake,) prove a false Mighty, and to be fear’d, than my condition; thief! for the poor abuses of the time want counte-Which hath been smooth, as oil, soft, as young down, nance. Farewell! You shall find me in Eastcheap. And therefore lost that title of respect, P. Ilen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell, All- Which the proud soul ne’er pays, but to the proud. hallown summer!

[Exit Falstaf Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with The scourge of greatness to be used on it; us to-morrow! I have a jest to execute, that I can- And that same greatness too, which our own hands not manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gads- Have holp to make so portly. hill, shall rob those men, that we have already way, North. My lord, laid; yourself, and I, will not be there: and when K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone! for I see danger they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, and disobedience in thine eye. o, sír, cut this head from my shoulders !

Your presence is too bold and peremptory, P. Flen. But how shall we part with them in set- and majesty might never yet endure ting forth?

The moody frontier of a servant brow. Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, You have good leave to leave us; when we need and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. at our pleasure to fail; and then will they adven

(Exit Torcester. ture upon the exploit themselves: which they shall You were about to speak. have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them. North. Yea, my good lord. P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know us, Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded

, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other ap- Which "Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, pointment, to be ourselves.

Were, as he says, not with such strength denied, Poins. Tat! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie As is deliver'd to your majesty. them in the wood; our visors we will change after Either envy, therefore, or misprision, we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of buck- Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. ram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward llot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. garments.

But, I remember, when the fight was done, P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us. When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, as true-bred cowards, as ever turned back; and for Came there a certain lord, neat, trimiy dress'd, the third, if he fight longer, than he sees reason, I'll Fresh, as a bridegroom, and his chin', new rcupid, forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; incomprehensible lies, that this same fat rogne will He was perfumed like a milliner, tell us, when we meet at supper : how thirty, at least, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held he fought with ; what wards, what blows, what ex- A pouncet-box, which ever and auon trenities he endured; and, in the reproof of this, He gave his nose, and took't away again; lies the jest.

Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
P, Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all Took' it in spuff: --and still he smild, and talk'd
things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell!

He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
Poins. Farewell, my lord!

[Exit Poins. To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold Betwixt the wind and his nobility. The unyok'd humour of your

idleness:

With many holiday and lady terms
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,

He question’d me; among the rest demanded
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
To smother up his beauty from the world, I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
That, when he please again to be himself,

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We license your departure with your son. He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,

(Eseunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. And talk, so like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them,
of guns, and drums, and wounds,(God save the mark !) I will not send them. I will after straight,
And telling me, the sovereign’st thing on earth And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise;

Although it be with hazard of my head.
And that it was great pity, so it was,

North. What, drunk with choler ? stay, and pause
That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd

awhile !
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

Here comes your uncle.
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd

Re-enter WORCESTER.
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns,

Ilot. Speak of Mortimer!
He would himself have been a soldier.

'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul This bald disjointed chat of his, my lord,

Want mercy, if I do not join with him.
I answer'd indirectly, as I said ;

Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
And, I beseech yon, let not his report

And shed my dear blood drop by drop i’the dust,
Come current for an accusation,

But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

As high i'the air, as this unthankful king,
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,

North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew
To such a person, and in such a place,

mad.

(To Worcester. At such a time, with all the rest retold,

Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? May reasonably die, and never rise

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners ;
To do him wrong, or any way impeach

And when I urg'd the ransom once again
What then he said, so he unsay it now.

Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny bis prisoners; And on my face he turn's an eye of death,
But with proviso, and exception,

Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer,

By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood ?
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd

North. He was; I heard the proclamation ;
The lives of those, that he did lead to fight And then it was, when the unhappy king
Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower; (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth
Whose daugther, as we hear, the earl of March Upon his Irish expedition,
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then From whence he, intercepted, did return
Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?

To be depos’d, and shortly murdered.
Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears, Wor. And for whose death we in the world's wide
When they have lost and forfeited themselves?

mouth
No, on the barren mountains let him starve; Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.
l'or I shall never hold that man my friend, Hot. But, soft, I pray you! Did king Richard then
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Heir to the crown?
Hot, Revolted Mortimer !

North. He did; myself did hear it.
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
But by the chance of war. To prove that true, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd.
Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, But shall it be, that yon,—that set the crown
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, Upon the head of this forgetful man,
When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,

And, for his sake, wear the detested blot
In single opposition, hand to hand,

Of murd'rous subornation, -- shall it be,
He did confound the best part of an hour

That you a world of curses undergo,
In changing hardiment with great Glendower. Being the agents, or base second means,
Three times they breath'd, and three times did they The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?-
drink,

0, pardon me, that I descend so low,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood,

To show the line, and the predicament,
Who, then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Wherein you range under this subtle king !-
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,

Shall it, for shame, be spoken in those days,
And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. That men of your nobility and power
Never did bare and rotten policy

Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,-
Colour her working with such deadly wounds ;. As both of you, God pardon it! have done,-
Nor never could the noble Mortimer

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
Receive so many, and all willingly.

And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.

And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off him,

By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ?
He never did encounter with Glendower;

No! yet time serves, wherein you may redeein
I tell thee,

Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
He durst as well have met the devil alone, Into the good thoughts of the world again,
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.

Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt
Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth

of this proud king, who studies, day and night, Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer!

To answer all the debt, he owes to you,
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, Even with the bloody payment of your

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Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more!

And-gentle Harry Percy, — and kind cousin,
And now I will unclasp a secret book,

O, the devil take such cozeners |--God forgive me!-
And to your quick-conceiving discontents Good uncle, tell your tale! for I have done.
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,

Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again !
As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,

We'll stay your leisure. As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,

Hot. I have done, i'faith. On the unsteadfast footing of a spear:

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners !
Hot. If he fall in, good night!-or sink, or swim: Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
Send danger from the east unto the west,

And make the Douglas' son your only mean
So honour cros$ it from the north to south, For powers in Scotland; which, - for divers reasons,
And let them grapple. 0! the blood more stirs, Which I shall send you written, -- be assur'd,
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

Will easily be granted. — You, my lord, -
North. Imagination of some great exploit

[To Northumberland.
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, –
Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Shall secretly into the bosom creep
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon, of that same noble prelate, well belov'd,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

The archbishop
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, Hot. Of York, is't not?
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; Wor. True; who bears hard
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wcar, His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.
Without corrival, all her dignities:

I speak not this in estimation,
Put out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

As what I think might be, but what I know
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
But not the form of what he should attend.

And only stays but to behold the face
Good cousin, give me audience for a while! Of that occasion, that shall bring it co.
Hot. I cry yoų mercy:

Hot, I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. Wor. Those same noble Scots,

North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st slip. That are your prisoners, –

Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a voble plot —
Hot. I'll keep them all.

And then the power of Scotland, of a York, –
By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them : To join with Mortimer, ha?
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: Wor. And so they shall.
I'll keep them, by this hand,

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. You start away,

Wor. And 'tis no little reason, bids us speed, And lend no ear unto my purposes.

To save our heads by raising of a head: Those prisoners you shall keep.

For, bear ourselves as even as we can, Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat.

The king will always think him in our debt, He said, he would not ransom Mortimer,

And think, we think ourselves unsatisfied, Forbad my tongue, to speak of Mortimer;

Till he hath found a time to pay us home. But I will find him, when he lies asleep,

And see already, how he doth begin And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!

To make us strangers to his looks of love. Nay,

Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him. I'll have a starling, shall be tanght to speak Wor. Cousin, farewell!- No further go in this, Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,

Than I by letters shall direct your course! To keep his anger still in motion.

When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,) Wor. Hear you,

I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Cousin, a word!

Where

you and Douglas, and our powers at once, Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke, To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales,- Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
But that I think his father loves him not,

North. Farewell, good brother! we shall thrive, !
And would be glad, he met with some mischance,
I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

Hot. Uncle, adieu !-0, let the hours be short,
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!
When you are better temper'd to attend.

North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood,

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Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own?
Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd SCENEI. – Rochester. An Inn yard.
with rods,

Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand. Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

be haug'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, In Richard's time, what do yoa call the and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler! place? –

Ost. (Within.] Anon, anon. A plague upon't!-- it is in Gloucestershire;'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept, flocks in the point!' the poor jade is wrung in the wi

1 Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cat's saddle, put a few His uncle York, where I first bow'd my

knee thers out of all cess. Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,

Enter another Carrier. When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here, as a dog, North. At Berkley castle.

and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots : Hot. You say true. —

this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostWhy, what a candy deal of courtesy

ler died. This fawning greyhound then did profer me !

1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed, since the price of Look, -when his infunt fortune came to age,

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2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? will all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench. she hold out water in foul way?

1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. king in Christendom could be better bit, than I have We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the rebeen since the first cock.

ceipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think, you are more bethen we leak in your chimney; and your chamber- holden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walklie breeds fleas, like a loach.

ing invisible. 1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, Gads. Give me thy hand! thou shalt have a share come away!

in our purchase, as I am a true man, 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. thief.

1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite Gads. Go to! Ilomo is a common name to all men. starved. - What, ostler! - A plague on thee! hast Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable! thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An Farewell, you muddy knave!

[Exeunt. 'twere not as good a deed, as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.—Come, and be hanged:

SCENE II. –The road by Gadshill. hast no faith in thee?

Enter Prince Henly, and Poins; BakdoLPU and Pero,

at some distance. Enter GADSHILL.

Poins. Come, shelter, shelter! I have removed FalGads. Good morrow, carriers! What's o'clock?

staff's horse, and he frets, like a gummed velvet. 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.

P. Hen. Stand close!
Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my
gelding in the stable!

Enter FALSTAFF.
1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!
two of that, i'faith.

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! What a
Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thine!

brawling dost thou keep? 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell?- Lend me thy lan- Ful. Where's Poins, Hal ? tern, quoth a? marry, I'll see thee hanged first. P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll Gads. Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to on seek him.

(Pretends to seek Poins. come to London?

Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: 2 Car. Time enongh to go to bed with a candle, the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him, I know I warrant thee. — Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call ot where. If I travel but four foot by the squire up the gentlemen; they will along with company, further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt for they have great charge. (Exeunt Carriers. not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape Gads. What, ho! chamberlain !

hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his Cham. [1Vithin.) At hand, quoth pick-purse. company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, Gads. That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking If the rascal have not given me medicines to make of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; thou lay'st the plot how.

I have drunk medicines. — Poins ! -Hal!- a plague Enter Chamberlain.

upon you both! – Bardolph! — Peto!- I'll starve, Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill! It holds en

ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good rent, that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin a deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred rogues, I am the veriest varlet, that ever chewed with marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-heart

a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore of his company, last night at supper; a kind of au, ed villains know it well enough. A plague upon't, ditor, one, that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs whistle. ] Whew! - A plague upon yon all! Give

when thieves cannot be true to one another! (They aud butter: they will away presently.

Guds. Sirrah, if they mect not with saint Nicholas' me my horse, you rogues ; give me my horse, and clerks, I'll give thee this veck.

be hanged! Cham. No, I'll none of it. I pr’ythee, keep that for

P. llen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down! lay thine the hangman! for, I know, thou worship’st saint Ni- ear close to the ground, and list, if thou canst hear the

tread of travellers! cholas as truly, as a man of falsehood may. Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? down? 'blood, I'll not bear my own flesh so far afoot

Fal. Have you any levers to lift me np again, being if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, 'thon again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What knowést, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Tro-la plague mean ye to colt me thus ? jans, that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport colted.

P. llen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art unsake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be looked into, for their Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; fal.Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garown credii sake, make all whole. I am joined with good king's son!

P. Hen. Out, you rogue, shall I be your ostler? wone of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgo

ters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. An I have not balmasters, and great oneyers, such as can hold in, such lads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner

of sack be my poison! When a jest is so forward, and than drink, and drink sooner than pray; and yet I lie;

I hate it.
for they pray continually to their saint, the common-

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wealth, or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her ;| Gads. Stand!
for they ride up and down on her, and make her Fal. So I do, against my will.
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