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Persons of the Dr a m a.
King Herry the Fourth.

Travers und Mortox, domestics of NORTHUMBER-
Henry, prince of Wales, afterwards king

Henry V.

Falstaff, BARDOLPH, Pistol, und Page.
THOMAS, duke of Clarence,

Poins and Pero, attendants on prince Henry.

his Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards

SHALLOW and Silence, Country Justices.
(2 Henry V.) duke of BEDFORD,

Davy, servant to Shallow.
Prince Humphrey of Gloster, afterwards

MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, Feeble, and BULLCALF, (2 Henry V.) duke of Gloster,

Earl of WARWICK,

Faxc and Snare, Sheriff's Officers.
Earl of WestMORELAND,

RUMOUR. A Porter.

A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue.
Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
A gentleman attending on the Chief Justice. Lady NORTHUMBERLAND. Lady Percy.

Hostess Quickly. Doll TEAR-SHEET.
Scroop, archbishop of York,

enemies to the

king Lord BARDOLPH,

Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers,

Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, etc.

Scene, - England.

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They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.

(Exit. Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's castle.

Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.
Rum. Open your ears! For which of you will stop

A CT 1.
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?

SCENE I. — The same.
1, from the orient to the drooping west,

The Porter before the gate; Enter Lord BardolPH. Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold

Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho? Where is
The acts commenced on this ball of earth :

the earl?
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,

Port. What shall I say you are ?

Bard. Tell thou the earl,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here!
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:

Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
And who but Rumour, who but only 1,

Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,

And he himself will answer.
Make fearful musters? and prepar'd defence?
Whilst the big year, swol’n with some other grief,

Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,

Bard. Here comes the earl.
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so piain a stop,

Should be the father of some stratagem.
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The times are wild; contention, like a horse
The still-discordant wavering multitude,

Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus

And bears down all before him.
My well-known body to anatomize

Bard. Noble earl,
Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
I run before king Harry's victory,

North. Good, an heaven will!
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,

Bard. As good, as heart can wish:
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, aud his troops, The king is almost wounded to the death,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion

And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I Prince Harry slain outright, and both the Blunts
To speak so true at first? my office is

Killd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John,
To noise abroad, — that Harry Monmouth fell And Westmoreland, and Statlord, lled the field;
Under the wrath of noble Ilotspur's sword,

And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir Johu,
And that the king before the Douglas' rage

Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day,
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.

So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
This have frumour'd through the peasant towns Camerot, till 110w, to dignify the times,
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

Since Caesar's fortuue's!
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,

North. How is this deriv'd ?
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury?
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,

Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from
And not a man of them brings other news,

Than they have learn’d of me; from Rumour's ton- A gentleman well bred, and of good name,

Thatfrecly render'd me these news for true.

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North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom Is And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.

Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid:
On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; North. Yet, for all this, say not, that Percy's dead!
And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

I see a strange confession in thine eye:
More than he haply may retail from me.

Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it fear, or sin,

To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with The tongue offends not, that reports his death:

And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead;
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back Not he, which says, the dead is pot alive.
With joyful tidings, and, being better hors'd, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Out-rodeme. After him, came, spurring hard, Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
A gentleman almost forespent with speed,

Sounds ever after as a snllen bell,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloudied horse: Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him

Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.

Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe,
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,

That, which I would to heaven I had not seen:
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold: But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
With that, he gave his able horse the head,

Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and outbreath'd,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels

To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down
Against the panting sides of his poorjade

The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,

From whence with life he never more sprung up.
He seem'd in running to devour the way,

In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire
Staying no longer question.

Even to the dollest peasant in his camp,)
North. Ha! - Again.

Being bruited once, took fire and lieat away
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? From the best temper'd .courage in his troops:
Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion

For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Had met ill luck?

Which once in him abated, all the rest
Burd. My lord, I'll tell you what;

Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
If my young lord your son have not the day,

And as the thing, that's heavy in itself,
Upon nine honour, for a silken point

Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed,
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear,

That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,
Give then snch instances of loss?

Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Bard. Wło, he ?

Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester
He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n

Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot,
The horse, le rode on; and, upon my life,

The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
Enter Montox.

'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Of those, that turn’d their backs, and, in his flight,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:

Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood Is, that the king hath won, and hath sent out
Hath left a witness'd usurpation. -

A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord,
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Under the conduct of young Laneaster,

Mor. Iran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord, And Westmoreland : this is the news at full
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,

North. For this I shall have time enough to moura.
To fright our party.

{n poison there is physic; and these news,
North. How doth my son, and brother?

Having been well, that wonld have made me sick,
Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek Being sick, have in some measure made me well.
Is apter, than thy tongue, to tell thy errand.

And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken’d joints,
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,

Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,

Impatient of his fit, breaks, like a fire,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs,
And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with griel,
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, Are thrice themselves. Hence therefore, thou nice
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.

This thou would'st say: Your son did thus, and a scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,

Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif!
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds :

Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,

Now bind my brows with iron! And approach
Thou hast a sigli to blow away this praise,

The ragged’st hour, that time and spite dare bring,
Ending with - brother, son, and all are dead,

To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland!
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
But, for my lord your son,

Keep the wild food confin'd! let order die!
North. Why, he is dead ?

And let this world no longer be a stage,
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath!

To feed contention in a lingering act;
He, that but fears the thing, he would not know, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Hath, by instinet, knowledge from others' eyes, Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set

That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton! On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies,

And darkness be the burier of the dead!
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,

Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.

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Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your ho-thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my nour!

heels. I was never manned with an agate :ill now: but Mor. The lives of all your loving complices I will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er apparel, and send you back again to your master, for To stormy passion, must perforce decay.

a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose You cast the event of war, my noble lord,

chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard And summ’d the account of chance, before you said, - grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on Let us make head! It was your presurmise,

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yet he will not stick to say, his face is That in the dole of blows your son might drop. a face-royal. God may finish it, when he will, it is not You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, More likely to fall in, than to get o’er.

for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and You were advis’d, his flesh was capable

yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, Would lift him, where most trade of danger rang'd. but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What Yet did you say, Go forth; and none of this, said master Dumbleton about the satin for


Though strongly apprehended, could restrain cloak, and slops?
The stiff-borne action. What hath then befallen, Puge. He said, sir, you should procure him better
Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, assurance, than Bardolph: he would not take his bond
More than that being, which was like to be?

and yours; he liked not the security.
Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Fal. Let him be damned, like the glutton!


his Knew, that we ventur’d on such dangerous seas, tongue be hotter !-Awhoreson Achitophel! a rascally That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, And yet we ventur’d; for the gain propos'd

and then stand upon security! The whoreson Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear’d,

smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and And, since we are o'erset, venture again.

bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thoCome, we will all put forth, body, and goods. rough with them in honest taking up, then they must

Mor. 'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord, stand upon-security. I had as lief, they would put
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, -

ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. The gentle archbishop of York is up,

I looked, he should have sent me two and twenty yards With well-appointed powers; he is a man,

of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me secuWho with a double surety binds his followers. rity. Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the My lord, your son had only but the corps,

horn of abundance and the lightness of his wife shines But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight: through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have his For that same word, rebellion, did divide

own lantern to light him. – Where's Bardolph? The action of their bodies from their souls,

Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your worship
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,

a horse.
As men drink potions; that their weapons only Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse
Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, in Smithfreld: an I could get me but a wife in the stews,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,

I were manned, horsed, and wived.
As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant.
Turns insurrection to religion :

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman, that committed Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,

the prince for striking him about Bardolph.
He's follow'd both with body and with mind;

Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood

Ch. Just. What's he that


Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones; Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery?
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land,

Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done good
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;

service at Shrewsbury, and, as I hear, is now going And more, and less, do flock to follow him.

with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster. North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back again! This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.

Atten. Sir John Falstaff!
Goin with me, and counsel every man

Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
The aptest way for safety, and revenge!

Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf.
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed! Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing
Never so few, and never yet more need! (Exeunt. good. -- Go, pluck him by the clbow! I must speak

with him. SCENE II. - London. A street.

Atten. Sir John ! Enter Sir Joux Falstaff, with his Page bearing his Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there not sword and buckler.

wars? is there not employment? Doth not the king Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? Though water?

it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse Page.He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy shame to beg, than to be on the worst side, were it worse water: but, for the party, that owed it, he might (than the name of rebellion can tell, how to make it. have more diseases, than he knew for.

Atten. You mistake me, sir ! Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The Fol. Why, sir, did I say, you were an honest man? brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not Setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had able to vent any thing, that tends to laughter, more lied in my throat, if I had said so. than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only witty Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and in myself, but the cause, that wit is in othermen. I do your soldiership aside, and give me leave to tell you, here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath overwhel- you lie in your throat, if you say, I am any other, than med all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into an honest man. my service for any other reason, than to set me off, why Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that, then I have no judgement. Thou whoreson mandrake, which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of me,

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hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert befter be) Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and down,
hanged. You hunt-counter, hence! avåunt! like his ill angel.
Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you.

Fal. Not so, my lord! your ill angel is light; but, I Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you! hope, he, that looks upon me, will take me without Fal. My good lord! - God give your lordship good weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot time of day? I am glad to see your lordship abroad: 1 go, I cannot tell: virtue is of so little regard in these heard say, your lordship was sick. I hope, your lord-coster-monger times, that true valour is turned bearship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not herd. Preguancy is made a tapster, and hath his quick clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the other gists, you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I most appertinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes humbly beseech your lordship, to have a reverend care them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, of your health.

consider not the capacities of us, that are young: you Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedi- measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness of tion to Shrewsbury.

your galls : and we, that are in the vaward of our Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear, his majesty is youth, I must confess, are wags too. returned with some discomfort from Wales.

Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty You would not youth, that are written down old with all the characcomie when I sent for you.

ters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an into this same whoreson apoplexy.

increasing belly? Is not your voice broken ? your wind Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let me short? your chin double? your wit single? and every speak with you!

part about you blasted with antiquity ? and will you Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, yet call yourself young? Fye, fye, iye, sir John! an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in blood, a whoreson tingling.

the afternoon, with a white head, and something a Ch.Just. What tell you me ofit? be it as it is. round belly. For my voice, - I have lost it with holFal. It hath its original from much grief, from study, laing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth and perturbation of the brain. I have read the cause further, I will

not: the truth is, I am only old in judg of his effects in Galen"; it is a kind of deafness. ment and understanding; and he, that will caper

with Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease; for me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, you hear not what I say to you.

and have at him! For the box o'the ear that the prince Fal. Very well, my lord, very well! rather, an't gave you, -- he gave it like a rude prince, and you took please you, it is the disease of not listening, the mala- it like a sensible lord. I have checked him forit, and dy of pot marking, that I am troubled withal. the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes and sacka

Ch. Just. To pupish you by the heels, would amend cloth, but in new silk and old sack.
the attention of your ears; and I care not, if I do be- Ch.Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better com-
come your physician.

panion !
Fal. I am as poor, as Job, my lord, but not so patient: Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! I
your lordship may minister the potion of punishment cannot rid my hands of him.
to me, in respect of poverty; but how I should be your Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and prince
patient to follow your prescriptions the wise may make Harry. I hear, you are going with lord John of Lancas-
some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. ter, against the archbishop, and the earl of Northum-

Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters berland.
against you for your life, to come speak with me. Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But

Pal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel in look you, pray, all you that kiss my lady peace at home,
the laws of this land-service, I did not come. that our armies join not in a hot day! for, by the Lord,

Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live in great I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to infamny.

sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish Fal. He, that buckles him in my belt, cannot live in any thing but my bottle, I would I might never spit less.

white again. There is not a dangerous action, can peep Ch. Just. Your means are very sleuder, and your waste out his head, but I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot

last ever : butit was always yet the trick of our English Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my means nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too comwere greater, and my waist slenderer.

mon. If you will needs say, I am an old man, you should Ch.Just. You have misled the youthful prince. give me rest. I would to God, my name were not so Fal. The young prince háth misled me: I am the terrible to the enemy, as it is. I were better to be eaten fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.

to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with Ch.Just.Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound; perpetual motion. your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest! And God bless over your night's exploit on Gads-hill: you may thank your expedition! the unquiet time for your quiet .o'erposting that Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound, action.

to furnish me forth? Fal. My lord!

Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny! you are too imCh. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a patient to bear crosses. Fare you well? Commend me sleeping wolf!

to my cousin Westmoreland! Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad, as to smell a fox.

{Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better part Fal. If I do, hillip me with a three-man beetle!-A burnt out.

man can no more separate age and covetousness, than Fal. A wassel candle, my lord ; all tallow: if I did he can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout say of wax, my growth would approve the truth.

galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, but both the degrees prevent my curses. -- Boy! should have lis effect of gravity.

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Consent upon a sure foundation; Ful. I can get no remedy against this consumption of Question surveyors; know our own estate, the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, How able such a work to undergo, but the disease is incurable. — Go bear this letter to To weigh against his opposite; or else, my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this to the We fortify in paper, and in figures, earl of Westmoreland; and this to old mistress Ursula, Using the names of men, instead of men: whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived Like one, that draws the model of a house the first white hair on my chin. About it; you know Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, where to hud me. (Exit Page.] A pos of this gout! Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost or a gont of this pox! for the one, or the other, plays A naked subject to the weeping clonds, the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if I do And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair birth,) shall seem the more reasonable: a good wit will make should be still-born, and that we now possess’d use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. The utmost man of expectation;

[Exit. I think, we are a body strong enough,
SCENE III.— York. A room in the Archbishop's Even as we are, to equal with the king.

Bard. What! is the king but five and twenty thou-
Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords Hastings, sand?

Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord Bar-
Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known dolph.
our means;

For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
And, my mosi noble friends, I pray you all,

Are in three heads: one power against the French,
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:

And one against Glendower; perforce, a third
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? Must take up us: so is the unfirm king,

Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms ; In three divided ; and his coffers sound
But gladly would be better satisfied,

With hollow poverty and emptiness.
How, in our means, we should advance ourselves Arch. That he should draw his several strengths to-
To look with forehead bold and big enough

Upon the power and puissance of the king.

And come against us in full puissance,
İlast. Our present musters grow upon the file Need not be dreaded.
To five and twenty thousand men of choice;

Hast. If he should do so,
And our supplies live largely in the hope

Heleaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom barns

Baying him at his heels: never fear that.
With an incensed fire of injuries.

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hither? Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standeth Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland : thus ;

Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:
Whether our present five and twenty thousand But who is substituted'gainst the French,
May hold up head without Northumberland.

I have no certain notice.
Hust. With him, we may.

Arch. Let us on;
Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point;

And publish the occasion of our arms.
But if without him we be thought too feeble,

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
My judgmentis, we should not step too far

Their over-greedy love hath surfeited: —
Till we had his assistance by the hand :

An habitation giddy and unsure
For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise

O thou fond many! with what loud applause
Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.

Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, Before he was what thou would'st have him be?
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

And being now trimmed in thine own desires,
Bard. It was, my lord; who lin'd himself with hope, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
Eating the air on promise of supply,

That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
l'lattering himself with project of a power

So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts : Thy glatton bosom of the royal Richard;
And so, with great imagination,

And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up,
Proper to madinen, led his powers to death,

And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?
And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

They that, when Richard lir'd, would have him die,
Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Are now become enamour'd on his grave:
To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.

Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,
Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;

When through proud London he came sigling on
Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,)

After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Live's so in liope, as in an early spring

Cry’st now, 0 earth, yield us that king again,
We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, And :ake thou this! O thoughts of men accurst!
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, Past, and to come, seem best things present, worst.
That frosts will bite thein. When we mean to build, Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?
We first survey the plot, then draw the model; Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
And when we see the figure of the house,

Then must we rate the cost of the erection :
Which if we fiud outweighs ability,
What do we then, but draw anew the model

А ст II.
In fewer offices; or, at least, desist

SCENEI.- London. A street.
To build at all? Much more, in this great work, Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and
(Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom dowo,

Snare following:
And set another up,) should we survey

Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action?
The plot of situation, and the model;

Fang. It is entered.

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