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Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest ready to burst :-Well, sweet Jack, have a care Ned, none. I dispraised him before the wick- of thyself. ed, that the wicked might not fall in love with Fal. Farewell, farewell. him :-in which doing, I have done the part of
[Ezeunt FalsTAFF and BARDOLPR. a careful friend, and a true subject, and thy Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, thee these twenty-nine years, come peascodHal;--none, Ned, none ;---no, boys, none. time, but an honester, and truer-hearted man,
P. Hen. See now, whether pure fear, and -Well, fare thee well. entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong Bard. (Within.) Mistress Tear-sheet, this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is Host. What's the matter? she of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of Bard. [Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet the wicked? Or, is the boy of the wicked ? come to my master. Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. nose, of the wicked?
(Eseunt. Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
ACT III. Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable: and his fuce is Lucifer's privy.
SCENE J.--A Room in the Palace. kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt, Enter King Henry in his Nightgown, with a worms. For the boy,—there is a good angel
Page. about him; but the devil outbids him too. P. Hen. For the women,
K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of Fal. For one of them,--she is in hell already,
[letters, and burns, poor soul! For the other, I owe But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these her money; and whether she be damned for And well consider of them: Make good that, I know not.
[Exit Page Host. No, I warrant you.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou Are at this hour asleep!-Sleep, gentle sleep, art quit for that : Marry, there is another in- Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, dictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the And steep my senses in forgetfulness? which, I think, thou wilt howl.
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Host. All victuallers do so : What's a joint Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, of mutton or two in a whole Lent?
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy P. Hen. You, gentlewoman,
slumber; Dol. What says your grace?
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Fal. His grace says that which his flesh re- Under the canopies of costly state, bels against.
And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody? Host. Who knocks so loud at door? look to O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, the door there, Francis.
In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly
couch, Enter Peto.
A watch-case, or a common larum bell? P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Peto. The king your father is at Westmin- Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his ster;
brains And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, In cradle of the rude imperious surge; Come from the north : and, as I came along,
And in the visitation of the winds, I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, (verns, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the ta- Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.
them P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds, to blame,
That, with the hurly,* death itself awakes? So idly to profane the precious time;
Can'st thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose When tempest of commotion, like the south
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt, And, in the calmest and most stillest night, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. With all appliances and means to boot, Give me my sword, and cloak :-Falstaff, good Deny it to a king? Then happy low,t lie night.
down! [Ereunt Prince HENRY, Poins, Pero and Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. BARDOLPA.
Enter WARWICK and SURREY. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of
War. Many good morrows to your majesty! the night, and we must hence, and leave it un- K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords? picked. [Knocking heard.] More knocking at War. "Tis one o'clock, and past. the door
K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, Re-enter BARDOLPH.
my lords, How now? what's the matter.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? Bard. You must away to court, Sir, present
War. We have, my liege. ly; a dozen captains stay at door for you. K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our
Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah. (To the kingdom Page.]--Farewell, hostess ;--farewell, Doll - How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, You see, my good wenches, how men of merit And with what danger, near the heart of it. are sought after : the undeserver may slecp War. It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd; when the man of action is called on. Farewell, which to his former strength may be restor'u, good wenches : If I be not sent away post, I With good advice, and little medicine:will see you again ere I go,
My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'a. Dol. I cannot speak ;-If my heart be not * Noja.
Those in Implrrikuntions.
K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the SCENE 11.—Courl before Justice SHALLOW'S book of fate;
House in Gloucestershire. And see the revolution of the times
Enter Shallow and SILENCE meeting; MoulMake mountains level, and the continent
DY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULL-CALE, (Weary of solid firmness,) melt itself
ond Servants, behind. Into the sea ! and, other times, to see
Shal Come on, come on, come on; give me The beachy girdle of the ocean (mock,
your hand, Sir, give me your hand, Sir: an Too wide for Neptune'- hips : how chances early stirrer, by the rood. And how doth my And changes fill the cup of alteration
good cousin Silence ? With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, Sil Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. The happiest youth,-viewing his progress Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedthrough,
fellow ? and your fairest daughter, and mine, What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
my god-daughter Ellen ? Would shut the book, and sit him down and Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow. 'Tis not ten years gone,
[uie. Shal. By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say, my Since Richard, and Northumberland, great cousin William is become a good scholar: friends,
He is at Oxford, still, is he not? Did feast together, and in two years after, Sil Indeed, Sir; to my cost. Were they at wars: It is but eight years since, Shal He must then to the inns of court This Percy was the man nearest my soul;
shortly: I was once of Clement's inn; where Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,
I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet. And laid his love and life under my foot; Sil You were called-lusty Shallow, then, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, cousin. Gave lim defiance. But which of you was by, Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; (You, consin Nevil, as I may remember,) and I would have done any thing, indeed, and
TO WARWICK. roundly too. There was I, and little John When Richard, -with his eye briinful of tears, I Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare Then chec'd and rated by Northumberland, - ' and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele a Did speak these words, now prov'da prophecy? Cotswold man,--you had not four such swinge Northumberland Thou ladder, by th which bucklerst in all the inns of court again: and My cousin Bo’inbroke ascends my throne ;
I may say to you, we knew where the bona Though then, heaven knows, I had no such robast were ; and had the best of them all a intent;
commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now But that necessity so bow'd the state,
Sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas MowThat I and greatness were compell’d to kiss:-- bray, duke of Norfolk. The time shall come, tbus did be follow it, Sil. This Sir John, cousin, that comes hithThe time will come, that foul sin, gathering er anon about soldiers ? head,
Shal. The same Sir John, the very same. I Shall break into corruption :-so went on, saw him break Skogan's head at the court gate, Fortelling this same time's condition,
when he was a crack,ợ not thus high : and the An' the division of our amity,
very same day did I fight with one Sampson War. There is a history in al' men's lives, Stockfish, a fruiter, behind Gray's inn. O Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd:
the mad days that I have spent! and to see The which observ'd, a man may prophecy, how many of mine old acquaintance are dead! With a near aim, of the main chance of things Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. As yet not come to life; which in their seeds, Shal. Certain, 'tis certain ; very sure, very And weak beginnings, lie entreasured. sure : death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain Such things become the hatch and brood of to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of And by the necessary form of this, [time; bullocks at Stamford fair ? King Richard might create a perfect guess, Sil Truly, cousin, I was not there. That great Northumberland, then falso to him, Shal.-Death is certain.—Is old Double of Would, of that seed, grow to a greater false your town livin; yet ?
Sil. Dead Sir. Which should, not find a ground to root upon, Shal. Dead !-See, see !-he drew a good
how !- And dead -he shot a fine shoot: K. Her. Are these things then necessities? John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted Then let us meet them like necessities?
much money on his head. Dead! he would And that same word even now cries out on us ; have clapped i'the clout at twelve score ;|| and They say, the bishop and Northumberland
carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and Are fifty thousand strong.
fourteen and a half, that it would have done a War It cannot be, my lord;
man's heart good to see.- -How a score of Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, ewes now? The numbers of the fear'd :-Please it your Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good grace,
ewes may be worth ten pounds. To go to bed; upon my life, my lord,
Shal. And is old Double dead!
Enter RANDOLPH, and one with him. To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd
Sil. Here comes two of Sir John Falstaff's A certain instance, that lendower is dead.
men as I think. Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must beseech you, which is justice Shallow?
Brd. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I Unto your sickness.
Shal. I am Robert Shallow, Sir ; a poor esK Hen. I will take your counsel : And, were these inward wars once out of hand,
† Rakes or rioters. We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Lanu. Ladies of pleasure. Boy:
Exeunt. il Hit the white mark at twelve score yards.
VOL. 1 3H.
Upless on you.
quire of this county, and one of the king's jus- | Know you where you are !-For the other. tices of the peace: What is your good pleasure Sir John:- let me see ;- Simon Shadow! with me?
Fil. Ay marry, let me have him to sit us. Bard. My captain, Sir, commends him to der: he's like to be a cold soldier. lou: my captain Sir John Falstaff: a tall* h 1 Where's Shadow ? gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant Shad Here, Sir. leader.
Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou ? Shal. He greeis me well. Sir: I know him Shad My inother's son. Sir. a good backsword man: flow doth the good fai. Thy niother's son ! like enough : aod kuight? may I ask, how my lady his wife thy father's shadow: so the son of the female doth ?
is the shadow of the male: It is often so, in Pard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accom- deed; but not much of the father's substance. modated, than with a wife.
S.al. Do you like liim, Sir John ? hal. It is well said, in faith, Sir ; and it is Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,-prick well said indeed too. Better accommodated! him; for we have a number of shadoys to -it is good; yea, indeed, it is: goo' phrases fill up the muster-book. are surely, and ever were, very commendable Shal Thomas Wart! Accommodated !-it comes trom accommodo : Fal. Where's be } very good; a good pluase.
W'art. Here, Sir. Bard. Pardon me, Sir; I have heard the word. Fal. Is thy paine Wart? Phrase, call you? By this good day, I know art. Yea, Sir. not the plırase : but I will maintain the word Jal Thou art a very ragged warf. with my sword, to be a soldier-like word, and ital. Shall I prick him, Sir John ? a word of exceeding good commard. Accom- ! Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is modate 1: That is, when a man is, as they say, built upon bis back, and she whole frame accommodated: or when a ma is,-being, - stands upon pins: prick bin no more. whereby,--he may be thought to be accomo- ih i lia, ha, ha!--you can do it, Siri yo'r dated; which is an excellent thing.
can do it : ! commend you well. Francis
fie Here, Sir. Shal It is very just :-Look, liere comes
Fal "bat trade art thou, Feeble? good Sir Jolin.-Give me your band, give me
Fee. A woman's tailor, Sir. your worship s good hand: By my troth, you
ahal. Shall I prick hin. Sir! look well, and bear your years very well: wel
Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's come, good Sir John.
tailor, he would have pricked you.-Wilt thor Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master make as many boles in an enemy's battle, as Robert Shallow :-Master Cure-card, as I thou bast done in woman's petticoat ? think.
Fee. I will do my good will, Sir; you can i hal. To, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, have no more. in coinmission with me.
i al. Well said, good woman's tailor! well Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you said, courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as va. should be of the peace.
liant as the wrathful dove, or most maguani. Sil. Your good worship is welcome. muus mouse.-l'rick the woman's tailor well,
Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, master Shallow. have you provided me here half a dozen suf- Fee I would, Wart might bave gone, Sir. ficent men ?
Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor: that Shal. Marry, have we, Sir. Will you sit? thou m'ght t mend him, and make himn fit to Fal. Let me see then, I beseech you. 20. I cannot put him to a private soldier,
Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll ? liat is the leader of so many ihousands: Lei where s the roll !- Let me see, let me see. So that suffice, most forcible Feeble. so, so, so : Yea, marry, Sir :-Ral h Mouldy:
Fre. It shall suffice, ir; --let t em appear as i call; let them do so, iet Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. them do so.- -Let me see; Where is Mouldy?
-Who is next? Moul. Here, an't pleise you.
Shal leter Bull-calf of the green! Shal. What think you, Sir John a good ? al. Yea, marry, .et us see Bull-call. limled fellow : young, strong, and of good
Bul Here, Sir. friends.
tal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow!--Come, da. Is thy name Mouldy?
prick me Bull-cali till he roar «gain. Moul. Here, an't please you.
Bull. O lord! good my lord captain, Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used.
fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art Shal. Ha, ha, lia! most excellent, j'faith! pricked? things, that are mouldy, lack use: Very singu
pull. O lord, Sir! lama diseased man. lar good!- In faitt), well said, Sir John; v: ry
Fal. What disease hast thou ? well said.
Bull A whoreson cold, Sir; a cough, Sir; fal. Prick him.
[ To Shallow. which I caught with ringing in the king's afMoul. I was pricked well enough before, an fairs, upon bis coronation day, Sir; you could have let me alone: my o d dame Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a will be undone now, for one to d her hus- gown; we will have away thy cold; and I bandry, and her drudgery: you weed not to vill take such order, that thy friends shall ring have pricked me; there are other men fitter) for thee.- Is here all ? to go out than I.
Shal Here is two more called than your Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. nun ber; you must have but four here, sie;Mouldy, it is time you were spent.
and so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner. Moul Spent!
Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but ! Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see yoti,
in good troth, master Shallow. Erse.
Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since
we lay all night in the windmill in St. George's 1-Here's Wart;-you see what a ragged apfields.
pearance it is: he shall charge you, and dis. Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, charge you, with the motion of a pewterer's no more of that.
hammer; come off, and on, swister than he that Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is gibbets-on he brewer's bucket. And this Jane Night-work alive?
same half-fac'd fellow, Shailow.-give me this Fal. She lives, master Shallow.
man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the Shal. She never could away with me. foeman* may with as great aim level at the
Fal. Never, never: she would always say, edge of a penknife: And, for a retreat,-how she could not abide master Shallow.
swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the run of? O, give me the spare men; and spare heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she me the greatones.- Pui me a calivert into hold her own well ?
Wart's hand, Bardolph. Fal. Oll, old master Sballow.
Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse it thus, thus, Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot thus. choose but he old; certain, she's old; and
Fal. Coine, manage me your caliver. So:-had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, very well :--go to ---very good:-exceeding before I came to Clement's-inn.
good.-0, give me always a little, lean, old, Sil. That's fifty-five years ago.
chapped, bald shot.oWell said, i'laith Hart ; Sh1'. [la, cousin silence, that thou hadst thou’rt a good scab: hold, there's a tester for
thee. seen that that this knight and I have seen!
Shal. He is not luis craft's-master, he doth Ha, Sir John, said I well ?.
Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, not do it right. I rememberat Mile-end green, master Shallow.
(when Ilay at Clement's inn-I was then Sir Shal. That we have, that we have, that we
Dargonei in Arthur's showill) there was a little have; in faith, Sir John, we have; our watch quiver fellow, and 'a would manage you his word' was, Hem, boys! –Come, let's to dinner; and come you in, and come you in,: rah,
piece thus: and 'a would about, and about, come, let's to dinner:-0, the days that we lah, tah, would'a say ; bounce, would'a say; bave seen :-Come, come.
and away again would’a go, and again would (Exeunt FalstAFP, Shallow and SILENCE.
'a come:- I shall never see such a fellow. B "ll. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand
Fal. These fellows will do well, master my fr.end; and here is four Harry ten shillings -hallow.-God keep you, master Silence; I in French crowns for you. In very truth, Sir, will not use many words with you :-Far: you i bad as lief be hanged, Sir, as go; and yet, well, gentlemen both: I thank you: I must a for mine own part, Sir, I do not care; but, rather, because I am unw.ling, and, for mine diers coats.
dozen mile to night.--Bardolph give the solown part, have a lesire to stay with my friends;
S. al Sir John, lieaven bless you, and pros. else, Sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so per your affairs, and send us peace! As you much.
return, visi my house; let our old acquaintance Bard. Go to; stand aside.
be renewed: peradventure, I will with you to Moul. And good master corporal captain, for the court. my old dame's sake, stand my friend: she has
Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. nobody to do any thing about her, when I am
Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare gone; and she is old, and cannot help hersell;
you well [Exeunt Shallow and SILENCE. you shall have fortv, Sir.
il. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen On, Bard. Go to ; stand aside.
Bardolph ; lead the men away. E eunt BARFee. By my troch i care not ;-a man can die polpu, hecruits, &c.] As I return. I will fetch but once ;-we ow God a death;-Ull ne'er off these justices : i do see the bottom of justice bear a base mind :-an't be my destiny, so ; Shallow. Lord, lord, how -ubject we old men an't be aot, so: No man's too good to serve hisa e to this vice of lying! This same starved prince; and, let it go which way it will, be that justice hath done nothing but prate to me of dies this year, is quiet for the next.
the wildness of his youth, and the seats he hath Bard. Well said ; thou’rt a good fellow. done about l'urnbull-street; s and every third Fee. Faith, I'll bear no baso mind.
word alie, duer paid to the bearer than the Re-enter FALSTAFF, and Justices.
Turks tribute. I do remember him at Cle
ment's-innlike a man made after supper of a Fal. Come, Sir, which men shall I have? Shal. Four, of which you please.
cheese-pairing: when he was naked, he was Bard Sir, a work with you :-I have three
for a l the world, like a forked ra. ish, with ponnid to free Vouldy and Bull-calf.
a bead fantastically carved upon it with a
nife: he was so forlorn, that his dimensions Fal. Go to: well. Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you
to any th.ck sight we e invisible: he was the havs!
very Genius of iamine ye lecherou as a mon
key, and the whores called him-madrake : Fal. Do you choose for me.
he came ever in the rear-ward of the fashion ; Shal. Marry then, loully, Bull-calf, Fee- and sung tho e t nes to the over-scutched ble and Shadow.
buswives that he heard the carman whistle, Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf:- For you Moul- and swear-they were his fancies, or his gooddy, stay at home still ; you are past service :-. nights.** And now is this Vice's daggerti beand for your part, Bull-calf,-grow till you come a squire ; and talks as familiarly of John come into it; I will none of you.
of Gaut, as if he had been sworn brother to Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself him, and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once wrong: they are yourlikeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.
† Gun. | March. Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how Shooter.
|| An exhibition of archery. to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the lo Clerkenwell,
** Titles of little poems. thewes, the statue, bulk, and big assemblance
tt A wooden dagger like that used by the modern llar
lequin of a man? Give me onirit master Shallo
in the Tilt-yard; and there he burst* his head, those see is by a civil peace maintain'd; for crowding among the marshal's men. I saw Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath it; and told John of Gaunt. he beat his own
(tor:d ; name:t for you might have truss'd him, and Whose learning and good letters peace bath tuall his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a Whose white investments figure innocence, treble haut-boy was a mansion for him, a T e dove and very blessed pirit of peace, court ; and now has he land and beeves. Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself, Well; I will be acquainted with him, if I re- Out of the speech of peace, that bears such turn : andit shall go bard, but I will make hiin
grace, a philosopher's two stones to ine: If the young Unto the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war? dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason, Turning your books to the graves, your ink to in the law of nature, but I may snap at him.
blood, Let time shape, and there an end. (Exit. Your pensto lances : and your tongue divine ACT IV.
To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?
.Arch. Wheretore do I this?--so the question SCENE 1.-A Forest in Yorkshire.
stands. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, Briefly to this end:-We are all diseas'd: HASTINGS, and others.
And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours, Arch. 'What is this forest call'd ?
Have brought ourselves into a burning lever, Hast. 'Tis Gaultree forest, an't shall please And we must bleed for it: of which disease your grace.
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. Arch. Here stand, my lords, ; and send dis. But, my most noble lord of Westemorland, coverers forth.
I take not on me here as a physician; To know the numbers of our enemies.
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace, Hast. We have sent forth already.
T oop in the throngs of military men: Arch. 'Tis well done.
But, rather, show a while like fearful war, My friends and brethren in these great affairs, To diet runk minds, sick of happiness; (stop I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd And purge the obstructions, which begin to New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. Their cold intent, tenor, and substance thus:- I bave in equal balance justly weigh'd Here doth be wishi his person, with such powers What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs As might hold sortancet with his quality,
we uffer, The which he could not levy; whereupon
And find our griefs* beavier than our offences. He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,
We see which way the stream of time doth ruo, To Scotland: and concludes in hicarty prayers,
Andare enforc'd from our most quiet sphere That your attempts may overlive the hazard,' By the rough torrent of occasion: And fearful meeting of their opposite.
And have the summary of all our griefs, Mowb. Thus do the ho es we have ia him When time shall serve to show in articles, touch ground,
Which, long ere this, we offer d to the king, And dash themselves to pieces.
And might by no suit gain our audience: Enter a MESSENGER.
When we are wrong d, and would unfold our
We are denied access unto his person [griets, Hast. Now, what news?
Even by those men that most have done us Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
wrong. In goodly form comes on the enemy : The dangers of the days but newly gone, And, by the ground they hide, I judge their ("Those memory is written on the earth number
With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.
Of every minute's instance, (present now,) Muub. The just proportion that we gave Ilave put us in these ill-beseeining arms: them out.
Not to break peace, or any branch of it; Let us sway on, and face them in the field.
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.
Il'est. When ever yet was your appeal de1rch. What well-appointed ý leader fronts
nied ? us here?
Wherein have you been galled by the king? Voub. I think, it is my lord of Westmore. What peerhath been suborn’d to grate on you? land.
That you should seal this lawless bloody book IFest Health and fair greeting from our ge- of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine, neral,
And consecrate commotion's bitter edge ? The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster Arch. My broth r general, the commonArch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in
wealth, Ilhat doth concern your coning? [peace; To brother born an household cruelty, IVest. Then, any lord,
I make my quarrei in particulars Unto your grace do I in chief address.
West. There is no need of any such redress; The substance of my speech If that rebellion Or, if there were, it not belongs to you. Came like itself, in base and abject routs, Mowb. Why not to him, in par ; and to us Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rag ,
That feel the bruises of he days before ; [all, And countenanc'd by boys and beggary;
And suffer the condition of these times
Yet, for your part, it not appears to me,