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Three times they breath'd, and three times That wish'd him on the barren mountains did they drink,

starv'd. Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; But shall it be, that you,--that set the crown Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Upon the head of this forgetful man; Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, And, for his sake, wear the detested blot And hid his crisp* head in the hollow bank, Of murd'rous subordination,-shall it be, Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. That you a world of curses undergo; Never did bare and rotten policy

Being the agents, or base second means, Colour her working with such deadly wounds ; The cords, the ladder, or the bangman rather!-Nor dever could the noble Mortimer

O, pardon me, that I descend so low, Receive so many, and all willingly:

To show the line, and the predicament, Then let him not be slavder'd with revolt. Wherein you range under this subtle king.K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, dost belie him,

Or fill up chronicles in time to come, He never did encounter with Glendower; That men of your nobility and power, I tell thee,

Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,He durst as well have met the devil alone, As both of you, God pardon it! have done, As Owen Glendıwer for an enemy.

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth And plant this thorn, this canker, * Bolingo Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :

broke ? Send me your prisoners with the speediest And shall it, in more shame, he further spoken, means,

That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off Or you shall hear in such a kind from me By him, for whom these shapes ye underwent? As will displease you. My lord Northumber- No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem land,

Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves We license your departure with your son :- Into the good thoughts of the world agaiu : Send us your pris'pers, or you'll hear of it. Revenge the jeering, and disdain'dt contempt,

(Exeunt King HENRY, Blunt, and Train. of this proud king; who studies, day and Hot. And if the devil come and roar for To answer all the debt be owes to you, (night, them,

Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. I will not send them :--I will after straight, Therefore, I say, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Wor. Peace, cousio, say no more: Although it be with bazard of my head. And now I will unclasp a secret book, North. Wbat, drunk with choler? stay, and And to your quick-conceiving discontents pause awbile;

I'll read you matter deep and dangerous ; Here comes your uocle.

As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,

As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud, Re-enter WORCESTER.

On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. Hot. Speak of Mortimer?

Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink or 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul swim : Want mercy, if I do not join with him : Send danger from the east unto the west, Yea, on his part, l'il empty all these veins, So honour cross it from the north to south, And shed my dear bloou drop by drop i'the And let them grapple;-0! the blood more But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer [dust, To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. (stirs, As high the air as this unthankful king, North. Imagination of some great expioit As this ingrates and canker'd Bulingbroke. Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. North. Brother, the king hath made your

Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy nephew mad. [76 WORCESTER. leap

(moon; Wor. Who struck this heat uplo utier I was To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd gone ?

(ers; Or dive unto the bottom of the deep, Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prison. Where fathom-line could never touch the And when I urg'd the ransom once again

ground, of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; pale ;

So he, that doth redeem her thence, might And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Without corrival,f all her dignities: (wear, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship ! Wor. I cannot blame him: Was be not pro- Wor. He apprehends a world of figures|| here, claim'd,

But not the form of what he should attend, By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood ? Good cousin, give me audience for a while. North. He was ; I heard the proclamation :

Hot. I cry you mercy:
And then it was, when the unbappy king Wor. Those same noble Scots,
(Whose wrongs in us God pardon!) did set That are your prisoners,
Upon bis Irisb expedition ;


Hot. I'll keep them all; Fron whence he, intercepted, did return By heaven he shall not have a Scot of them : To be depos'd, and shortly, murdered. No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: Wor. And for whose dcath, we in the world's I'll keep them, by this hand. wide mouth

Wor. You start Away, Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.

Apd lend no ear unto my purposes, Hot. But, soft, I pray you; did king Richard Those prisoners you shall keep. then

Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat: Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer He said, he would not ransom Mortimer ; Heir to the crown ?

Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer ; North. He did; myself did hear it. But I will find him when he lies asleep, Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin Aud in his ear I'll holla- Mortimer! king,

The dog.rose.


* A rival. Friendship. Il Shapes created by his imagination

* Curled

+ Unorateful.


Wor. And 'lis no little reason bids us speed, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak To save our heads by raising of a head: Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, For, bear ourselves as even as we can, To keep his anger still in motion.

The king we always think him in our debt; Wor. Hear you,

And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Cousin ; a word.

Till he bath found a time to pay us home. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, * And see already, how he doth begin Save bow to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke ; | To make us strangers to his looks of love. And that same sword-and-bucklert Prince of Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd Wales.

on him. But that I think his father loves him not, Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in * And would be glad he met with some mis- this, chance,

Than I by letters shall direct your course. I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,)

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; When you are better temper'd to attend. Where you and Douglas, and our powers at North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impa

once, tient fool

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet, Art thou, to break into this woman's mood ;To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine owu? Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Hot. Why, look you, I'm whipp'd and North. Farewell, good brother : we shall scourg'd with rods,

thrive, I trust. Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

short, In Richard's time,- What do you call the Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud place?-

our sport!

(Eseunt. A plague upon't!-it is in Gloustersbirc ;'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept;

ACT II. His uncle York;—where I first bow'd my knee

SCENE 1.-Rochester. An Inn Yard. Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. Enter a CARRIER, with a lantern in his hand. North. At Berkley castle.

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the Hot. You say true:

day, I'll be hanged : Charles' waint is orer Why, what a candyo deal of courtesy

the new chimney, and yet our horse not This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!

packed. What, ostler! Look, --when his infant fortune came to age, Ost. [Within] Anon, anon. And,-gentle Harry Percy,—and, kind cou

1 Car. I pry'thee Tom, beat Cut'st saddle, sin,

put a few Rocks in the point; the poor jade O, the devil take such cozeners !- God for

wrung in the withers out of all cess, give me! Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.

Enter another CARRIER. Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again;

2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank|| here We'll stay your leisure.

as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor Hot. I have done, i'faith. (soners. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri- down, since Robin ostler died.

jades the bots :f this house is turned upside Deliver them up without their rapsom straight, And make the Douglas' son your only mean

1 Car. Poor fellow ? never joyed since the

price of oats rose ; it was the death of bim. For powers in Scotland; which, -for divers

2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous reasons, Which I shall send you written,-be assur’d, like a tench.**

house in all London road forfleas: I am stung Will easily be granted.--You, my lord,

1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is [T6 NORTHUMBERLAND. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, - bit thap I have been since the first cock.

ne'er a king in Christendom could be better Sball secretly into the bosom creep or that same noble prelate, well belov'd,

2 Car. Why, they will allow us de'er a jor. The archbishop.

den, and then we leak in your chimney; and Hol. or York, is't not?

your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a

1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be Wor. True; who bear's hard His brother's death at Bristol the lord Scroop.

hanged, come away. I speak not this in estimation, ||

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two Ag what I think might be, but what I know

razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Char

ingcross. Is ruminated, plotted, and set down;

1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier And only stays but to behold the face

are quite starved. What, ostler!-A plague Of that occasion that shall bring it on. Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed

on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very let'st slip.

villain.--Come, and be hanged :-Hast no Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble

faith in thee? plot : And then the power of Scotland, and of York,

Enter GADSHILL. To join with Mortimer, ha ?

Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's Wor. And so they shall.

o'clock? Hol. lo faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

* A body of forces. The constellation Ursa major. * Refuse.

# Name of his horse. Measure. || Wot. 1 Worms. 1 The term for a blustering quarrelsome fellow,

** Spotted like a tench. Sugared. Il Conjecture.

11 A small fish supposed to breed flens,

Miod. humour.

1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.

Gads. Go to; Homo is a coinmon name to all Gads. I pr’ythee, lend mo thy lantern, to men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of see my gelding in the stable.

the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. 1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick

(Exeunt. worth two of that, i'faith. Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thine.

SCENE II.-The Road by Gadshill. 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell?--Lend me Enter Prince HENRY, and Poins ; BARDOLK thy lantern, quoth a!--marry, I'll see thee

and Pero, at some distance. hanged first.

Poins. Come, shelter, shelter ; I have reGads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you moved Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a mean to come to London ?

gummed velvet. 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a

P. Hen. Stand close. candle, I warrant thee.--Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen ; they will

Enter FALSTAFF. along with company, for they have great Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! charge. [Exeunt CARRIERS.

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; Gads. What ho! chamberlain !

What a brawling dost thou keep? Cham. [Within.] At band, quoth pick- Fal. Where's Poins, Hal? purse.*

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth hill; I'll go seek him. [Pretends to seek Poins. the chainberlain: for thou variest no more Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's from picking of purses, than giving direction company; the rascal hath removed my horse, doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how. and tied him I know not where. If I travel Enter CHAMBERLAIN.

but four foot by the squire® further afoot, I Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but holds current, that I told you yesternight : to die a fair death for all this, if I’scape bangThere's a franklint in the wild of Kent, hath ing for killing that rogue. I have forsworu brought three hundred marks with him in his company hourly any time this two-andgold: I heard him tell it to one of his com- twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the pany, last night at supper ; a kind of auditor; rogue's company. If the rascal have not given one that hath abundance of charge too, God me medicinest to make me love him, ill be knows what. They are up already, and call hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk for eggs and butter: They will away presently. medicines. ---Poins !-Hal !-a plague upon

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet pot with saint you both!- Bardolph!--Peto!-l'llstarve, ere Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

I'll rob a foot further. Ap 'twere not as good Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr’ythee, keep a deed as drink, to turn truet man, and leave that for the hangman; for, I know, thou wor-these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever ship’st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven

ground, is threescore and ten miles a foot with Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hang. me; and the stony-hearted villains know it man? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves for, if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me : cannot be true to one another! [They whistle.] and, thou knowest, he's no starveling. Tut: Whew!-A plague upon you all! Give me there are other Trojans that thou dreamest my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and not of, the which, for sport sake, are content be hanged. to do the profession some grace; that would, if P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay matters should be looked into, for their own thine ear close to the ground, and list is thou credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with canst hear the tread of travellers. no foot land-rakers, i no long-staff, sixpenny Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, strikers; none of these mad, mustachio purple- being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own hued malt-worms : but with nobility, and tran- flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy quillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers ;Il father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye such as can hold in; such as will strike sooner to colto me thus? than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie ; for thou art uncolted. they pray continually to their saint, the com- Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me moowealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but to my horse; good king's son. prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, P. Hen. Out, you rogue ! shall I be your and make her their boots. T

ostler! Cham. What, the commonwealth their Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-appaboots ? will she hold out water in foul way? rent garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this.

Gads. She will, she will ; justice hath li- An I have not ballads made on you all, and quored her.** We steal us in a castle, cock sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, we poison: When a jest is so forward, and afoot walk invisible.

too,--I hate it. Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed,

Enter GADSHILL. for your walking invisible.

Gads. Stand. Gads. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a

Fal. So I do, against my will. share in our purchase, tt as I am a trueft man.

Poins. 0, 'tis our setter: I know his voice.' Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you

Enter BARDOLPH. are a false thief, * A proverb, from the pick-purse being always ready.

Bard. What news? † Freeholder.

I Cant term for highwaymen. Gads Case ye, case ye; on with your visors; Footpads

falsehood may

|| Public accountants.
** Oiled, smoothed her over.

| Love-powder. Honest.


there's money of the king's coming down the Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, hill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer. And lards* the lean earth as he walks along :

Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the Wer't not for laughing, I shoold pity him. king's tavern.

Poins. How the rogue roar'a [Eseunt. Gads. There's enough to make us all. Fal. To be hanged.

SCENE III.-Warkworth.- A Room in the P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in

Castle. the narrow lane; Ned Poins, and I, will walk lower: if they 'scape from your encounter, Enter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter. then they light on us.

But, for mine own part, my lord, I could Peto. How many be there of them?

be well contented lo be there, in respect of the Gads. Some eight, or ten.

love I bear your house.-He could be cooteated, Fal. 'Zounds! will they not rob us? P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? - Why is he not then! In respect of the love Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, jour his own baru better than he loves our house.

he boars our house :-he shows in this, he loves grandfather ; but yet no coward, Hal.

Let me see some more. P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof, dertake, is dangerous ;—Why, that's certain ;

The purpose you utzPoins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink: the hedge; when thou needest him, there thou but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

Janger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purFal. Now cannot Istrike him, if I should be hanged.

pose you undertake, is dangerous ; the friends P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?

you have named, uncertain; the time itself un

sorted; and your whole plot too light, for the Poins. Here, hard by; stand close. [Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. counterpoise of so greal an opposition.-Say

I say unto you again, you Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his you so, say you so

are a shallow, cowardly hiud, and you lie. dole, * say I; every man to his business.

Wbat a lack-brain is this? By the Lord, our Enter TRAVELLERS.

plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall true and constant: a good plot, good friends, lead our horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot and full of expectation : an excellent plot, very a while, and ease our legs.

good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is Thieves. Stand.

this? Why, my lord of York commends the Trav. Jesu bless us !

plot, and the general course of the action. Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the vil-Zounds, ap I were now by this rascal, I could laius' throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars !

brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not ing bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edward with them; fleece them.

Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Gleni Trav. O, we are undone, both we and Hower? Is there vot, besides, the Douglas? ours, for ever.

Have I not all their letters, to meet me in Fal. Hang ye, gorbelliedt knaves ; Are ye

arms by the ninth of the next mouth and are undone? No, yet fat chuffs :f I would, your What a pagan rascal is this ! an infidel! Ha!

they not, some of them, set forward already? store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye koaves? young men must live: You are you shall see now, iu very sincerity of fear and

cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open grand.jurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. (Exeunt Falstaff, &c. driving the Tra- all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself,

and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of VELLERS out.

skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Re-enter Prince HENRY and Poins. Hang him! let him tell the king : We are P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true prepared: I will set forward to-night. men: Now could thou and I rob the thieves,

Enter Lady Percy. and go merrily to London, it would be argumenti for a week, laughter for a month, and How now, Kate? I must leave you within a good jest for ever.

these two hours. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. Lady. O my gond lord, why are you thus

alone? Re-enter THIEVES.

For what offence have I, this fortnight, been Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and A banish'l woman from my Harry's bed? then to horse before day. An the prince and Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no thee equity stirring? there's no more valour in that Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Poins, than in a wild duck.

Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; P. Hen. Your money. [Rushing out upon And start so often when thou sit'st alone? them.

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy Poins. Villains.

cheeks ; [.As they are sharing, the PRINCE and And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,

Poins set upon them. FALSTAFF, after To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy? a blow or two, and the rest, run away, Io thy faint slumbers, 1 by thee have watcb'd, leaving their booty behind them.)

And heard thee murmur tales of irop wars : P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now mer- Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; rily to borse :

Cry, Courage!--to the field! And thou hast The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with

talk'd fear

Or sallies, and retires ; of trenches, tents, So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets ; Each takes his fellow for an officer.

Of basilisks, of cannon, calverin ;


Of prisoner's ransom, and of soldiers slain, And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate!
And all the 'currents* of a heady fight.

Lady. How! so far?
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate !
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
That beadst of sweat have stood upon thy brow, To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.-
Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream: Will this content you, Kate?
And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, Lady. It must, of force.

[Exeunt. Such as we see men restrain their breath On some great sudden haste. O, what portents SCENE IV.-Eastchean.-A Room in the are these?

Boar's Head Tuvern.
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

Enter Prince HENRY and Poins. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet P. Hen. Ned, prythee, come out of that fat gone?

room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Enter SERVANT.

Poins. Where hast been, Hal? Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads Hot. Hath Butler brought these horses from amongst three or four score bogsheads. I have the sheriff ?

sounded the very base string of bumility. Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash* of draw.

ers; and can call them ali by their Christian Hol. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? names, as

3— Tom, Dick, and Francis. They Serv. It is, my lord.

take it already upon their salvation, that, though Hot. That roan shall be my throne.

I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperance ! 1-courtesy; and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. like Falstaff; but a Corinthian,t a lad of mettle,

[Exit SERVANT. a good boy,,by the Lord, so they call me; and Lady. But hear you, my lord.

when I am king of England, I shall command all Hot. What say'st, my lady?

the good lads in Eastcheap. They call-drinking Lady. What is it carries you away?

deep, dying scarlet: and when you breathe in Hot. My horse,

your watering, they cry-hem! and bid you My love, my horse.

play it off.—To conclude, I am so good a profi. Lady. Oat, you mad-headed ape!

cient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, with any tinker in his own language during my As you are toss'd with. In faith,

lise. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. that thou wert not with me in this action. But, I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

sweet Ned, -to sweeten which pame of Ned, I About his title; and hath sent for you,

give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even To lined his enterprize: But if you go

now in my hand by an under-skinker;f one that Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. never ‘spake other English in his life, thanLady. Come, come, you paraquito,ll answer Eight shillings and sixpence, and--You are

welcome ; with this shrill addition.-Anon, anon, Directly to this question that I ask.

Sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon, lo faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

But, Ned, to drive away the time till Ao if thou wilt not tell me all things true. Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou stand in some

by-room, while I question my puny drawer, to Away, you trifler -Love?-I love thee not, what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world never leave calling-Francis, that his tale to me To play with mammets, T and to tilt with lips : may be nothing but-anon. Step aside, and I'll We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns, show thee a precedent. And pass them current too.—Gods me, my Poins. Francis ! horse!

P. Hen. Thou art perfect. What say’st thou, Kate? what would'st thou Poins. Francis !

[Exit. Poins. have with me? Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, in

Enter FRANCIS. deed? Well, do not then; for, since you love me not,

Fran. Anon, anon, Sir,-Look down into the I will not love myself. Do you not love me?

Pomegranate, Ralph. Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or po.

P. Hen. Come hither, Francis. Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

Fran. My lord. And when I am o'horse-back, I will swear

P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Fran

cis? I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate; I must not have you henceforth question me

Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as toWhither I go, nor reason whereabout:

Poins. [Within.] Francis ! Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,

Fran. Anon, anon, Sir, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.

P. Hen. Five years! by'r lady, a long lease I know you wise ; but yet no further wise,

for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, dearest Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are;

thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with But yet a woman : and for secresy,

thy indenture, and to show it a fair pair of heels, No lady closer; for I well believe,

and run from it? Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; books in England, I could find in my heart

Fran. O lord, Sir! I'll be sworn upon all the * Occurrences. Drops.

Poins. (Within.] Francis !
Motto of the Percy family. Strenghten.

* Three

† A wencher. Tapster 3D


or so.

Hot. Away,

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