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lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly they are come to search the house. Shall I let them in ? given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal ? never call a true piece of looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, without the fruit by the tree, then peremptorily I speak it, seeming so. there virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without instinct. rest banish. And tell me, now, thou naughty varlet, Fal. I deny your major. If you will deny the tell me, where hast thou been this month ?

sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing stand for me, and I'll play my father.

up. I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so as another. majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras :- the rest the heels for a rabbit-sucker, or a poulterer's hare. walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true face, and P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

a good conscience. Fal. And here I stand.- Judge, my masters. Fal. Both which I have had; but their date is out, P. Hen. Now, Harry! whence come you?

and therefore I'll hide me. Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

[Exeunt all but the Prince and Peto. P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff. Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false.-Nay, I'll

Enter Sheriff and Carrier. tickle thee for a young prince, i' faith.

Now, master sheriff, what's your will with me? P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. from grace : there is a devil haunts thee, in the like- P. Hen. What men ? ness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy companion. Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord ; Why dost thou converse with that hulk of humours, A gross fat man. that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoln parcel of Car.

As fat as butter. dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here, cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree-ox with For I myself at this time have employ'd him. the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time, Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? Send him to answer thee, or any man, wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and for any thing he shall be charg'd withal : eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, And so, let me entreat you, leave the house. but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things ? Sher. I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen wherein worthy, but in nothing?

Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. Fal. I would your grace would take me with you: P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these whom means your grace ?

men, P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of He shall be answerable ; and so, farewell. youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.

Sher. Good night, my noble lord. Fal. My lord, the man I know.

P. Hen. I think it is good morrow, is it not? P. Hen. I know thou dost.

Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than in

(Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. myself, were to say more than I know. That he is P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. old, the more the pity, his white hairs do witness it: Go, call him forth. but that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster, Peto. Falstaff!--fast asleep behind the arras, and that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God snorting like a horse. help the wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to his pockets. [Pero searches.] What hast thou found ? be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to Peto. Nothing but papers, my

lord. be loved. No, my good lord : banish Peto, banish P. Hen. Let's see what they be : read them. Bardolph, banish Poins; but for sweet Jack Falstaff

, Peto. [Reads.] Item, A capon,

28. 2d. kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Item, Sauce,

4d. Falstaff, and, therefore more valiant, being, as he is, Item, Sack, two gallons,

58. 8d. old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. banish not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Item, Bread,

ob. Jack, and banish all the world.

P. Hen. O monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth of P. Hen. I do, I will.

[A knocking heard. bread to this intolerable deal of sack !—What there is [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and BARDOLPH. else, keep close : we'll read it at more advantage. There Re-enter BARDOLPH, running.

let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning : Bard. O! my lord, my lord ! the sheriff, with a most we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourmonstrous watch, is at the door.

able. I'll

procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, Fal. Out, you rogue ! play out the play: I have I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score. much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

The money shall be paid back again with advantage. Re-enter Hostess.

Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morHost. O Jesu! my lord, my lord !

P. Hen. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddle- Peto. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. stick. What's the matter?

row, Peto.

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ACT III.
SCENE I.-Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's By telling truth : tell truth, and shame the devil.-
House.

If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and Glen- 0! while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.

Mort. Come, come;
Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, No more of this unprofitable chat.
And our induction full of prosperous hope.

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made
Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower, will head
you sit down ?-And, uncle Worcester.-A plague Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye,
upon it! I have forgot the map:

And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him
Glend.
No, here it is.

Bootless home, and weather-beaten back.
Sit, cousin Percy ; sit, good cousin Hotspur ;

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
For by that name as oft as Lancaster

How 'scap'd he agues, in the devil's name?
Doth speak of you,

Glend. Come, here's the map: shall we divide our
His cheek looks pale, and with a rising sigh

right, He wisheth you in heaven.

According to our three-fold order ta'en ?
Hot. And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glen- Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
dower spoke of.

Into three limits, very equally.
Glen. I cannot blame him : at my nativity, England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

By south and east is to my part assign'd:
Of burning cressets; and at my birth,

All westward, Wales, beyond the Severn shore,
The frame and huge foundation of the earth

And all the fertile land within that bound,
Shak'd like a coward.

To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you
Hot. Why, so it would have done at the same season, The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
if

your mother's cat had but kitten'd, though yourself And our indentures tripartite are drawn,
had never been born.

Which being sealed interchangeably,
Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. (A business that this night may execute)

Hot. And I say the earth was not of my mind, Tomorrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,
If you suppose as fearing you it shook.

And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, Glend. The heavens were all on fire; the earth did To meet your father, and the Scottish power, tremble.

As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
Hot. O ! then the earth shook to see the heavens on My father Glendower is not ready yet,
fire,

Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days.-
And not in fear of your nativity.

Within that space you may have drawn together Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

[To Glendower. In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth

Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords;
By the imprisoning of unruly wind

And in my conduct shall your ladies come :
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down For there will be a world of water shed,
Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, Upon the parting of your wives and you.
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here,
In passion shook.

In quantity equals not one of yours.
Glend.
Cousin, of many men

See, how this river comes me cranking in,
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave And cuts me from the best of all my land
To tell you once again, that at my birth,

A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;

I'll have the current in this place damm'd up,
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds And here the smug and silver Trent shall run,
Were strangely clamorous in the frighted fields. In a new channel, fair and evenly:
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary,

It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
And all the courses of my life do show,

To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
I am not in the roll of common men.

Glend. Not wind ? it shall; it must: you see, it doth.
Where is he living, --clipp'd in with the sea

Mort. Yea, but mark, how he bears his course, and
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,- runs me up
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?

With like advantage on the other side;
And bring him out, that is but woman's son, Gelding the opposed continent, as much
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,

As on the other side it takes from you.
And hold me pace in deep experiments.

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,
Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh. And on this north side win this cape of land;
I'll to dinner.

And then he runs all straight and evenly.
Mort. Peace, cousin Percy! you will make him mad. Hot. I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.
Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

Glend. I will not have it alter'd.
Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man;

Hot.

Will not you?
But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command

Hot.

Who shall say me nay

y? the devil.

Glend. Why, that will I.
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, Hot.

Let me not understand you then: Speak it in Welsh.

Beguiling them of commendation. Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you, Hot. Well, I am school'd: good manners be your For I was train'd up in the English court;

speed. Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Many an English ditty, lovely well,

Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;

Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me; A virtue that was never seen in you.

My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart. Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not part with I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,

you; Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers : She'll be a soldier too; she'll to the wars. I had rather hear a brazen can’stick turn's,

Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my aunt Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;

Percy,
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
Nothing so much as mincing poetry.

[GLENDOWER speaks to her in Welsh, and she 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

answers him in the same. Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.

Glend. She's desperate here;
Hot.
I do not care.

A peevish self-will’à harlotry, and one I'll give thrice so much land to any well-deserving That no persuasion can do good upon. friend;

[She speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh. But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

Mort. I understand thy looks : that pretty Welsh I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Which thou pour'st down from these welling heavens, Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,

Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by night: In such a parley would I answer thee.
I'll haste the writer, and withal, I'll break

[She speaks again. With your young wives of your departure hence. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, I am afraid my daughter will run mad,

And that's a feeling disputation : So much she doteth on her Mortimer.

[Exit. But I will never be a truant, love, Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father. Till I have learn’d thy language ; for thy tongue

Hot. I cannot choose: sometime he angers me Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies ;

With ravishing division, to her lute.
And of a dragon, and a finless fish,

Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she e'en run mad. A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,

[She speaks again. A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

Mort. O! I am ignorance itself in this. And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

Glend. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,

down, He held me, last night, at the least nine hours, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, In reckoning up the several devils' names,

And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, That were his lackeys: I cried, “humph," and "well,” And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, "go to,"

Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; But mark'd him not a word. O! he's as tedious Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, As a tired horse, a railing wife ;

As is the difference betwixt day and night, Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team With cheese and garlick in a windmill, far,

Begins his golden progress in the east. Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing : In any summer-house in Christendom.

By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;

Glend. Do so; Exceedingly well read, and profited

And those musicians that shall play to you In strange concealments; valiant as a lion,

Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; And wondrous affable, and as bountiful

And straight they shall be here. Sit, and attend. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ?

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down : He holds your temper in a high respect,

Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy And curbs himself even of his natural scope,

lap. When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [The Music plays. I warrant you, that man is not alive,

Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh; Might so have tempted him as you have done, And 'tis no marvel, he is so humorous. Without the taste of danger and reproof:

By'r lady, he's a good musician. But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

Lady P. Then, should you be nothing but musical, Wor. In faith, my wilful lord, you are to blame, For you are altogether governed by humours. And since your coming hither have done enough Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing To put him quite beside his patience.

In Welsh. You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: Hot. I had rather hear, lady, my brach, howl in Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, Irish. And that's the dearest grace it renders you,

Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,

Hot. No. Defect of manners, want of government,

Lady P. Then be still. Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain :

Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. The least of which, haunting a nobleman,

Lady P. Now, God help thee! Loseth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain

Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Upon the beauty of all parts besides,

Lady P. What's that?

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Hot. Peace ? she sings. [A Welsh Song by Lady M. So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.

Had still kept loyal to possession,
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart!

And left me in reputeless banishment,
You swear like to a comfit-maker's wife.

A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
Not yours, in good sooth; and, as true as I live; By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
As God shall mend me; and, as sure as day : But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, That men would tell their children, “ This is he:”
As if thou never walk'dst farther than Finsbury. Others would say,-"Where? which is Bolingbroke?"
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,

And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
A good-mouth-filling oath ; and leave in sooth, And dress'd myself in such humility,
And such protests of pepper-gingerbread,

That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens.

Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Come, sing.

Even in the presence of the crowned king. Lady P. I will not sing.

Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new; Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red- My presence, like a robe pontifical, breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state, within these two hours; and so come in when ye will. Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast,

[Exit. And won by rareness such solemnity.
Glend. Come on, lord Mortimer; you are as slow, The skipping king, he ambled up and down
As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
By this our book is drawn: we'll seal, and part Soon kindled, and soon burn'd; discarded state;
To horse immediately.

Mingled his royalty with carping fools ;
Mort.

With all my heart. [Exeunt. Had his great name profaned with their scorns; SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace.

And gave his countenance, against his name,

To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords.

Of every beardless vain comparative: K. Hen. Lords, give us leave. The Prince of Wales Grew a companion to the common streets, and I,

Enfeoff*d himself to popularity : Must have some private conference : but be near at That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, hand,

They surfeited with honey; and began For we shall presently have need of you.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little

[Exeunt Lords. More than a little is by much too much. I know not whether God will have it so,

So, when he had occasion to be seen, For some displeasing service I have done,

He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes,
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; As, sick and blunted with community,
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd

Such as is bent on sun-like majesty,
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,

Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Such barren pleasures, rude society,

Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou; Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, And hold their level with thy princely heart?

With vile participation: not an eye P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could But is a-weary of thy common sight, Quit all offences with as clear excuse,

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more ; As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

Which now doth that I would not have it do, Myself of many I am charg'd withal:

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. Yet such extenuation let me beg,

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,

Be more myself.
Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear

K. Hen. For all the world,
By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then,
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg ;
Hath faulty wander'd, and irregular,

And even as I was then is Percy now.
Find pardon on my true submission.

Now by my scepter, and my soul to boot, K. Hen. God pardon thee!—yetlet me wonder, Harry, He hath more worthy interest to the state, At thy affections, which do hold a wing

Than thou the shadow of succession : Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.

For of no right, nor colour like to right, Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,

He doth fill fields with harness in the realm, Which by thy younger brother is supplied ;

Turns head against the lion's armed jaws, And art almost an alien to the hearts

And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Of all the court, and princes of my blood :

Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on The hope and expectation of thy time

To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man

What never-dying honour hath he got Prophetically doth fore-think thy fall.

Against renowned Douglas ; whose high deeds, Had I so lavish of my presence been,

Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,

Holds from all soldiers chief majority,

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Our hands are full of business : let's away; Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ. Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. (Exeunt. Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathing clothes,

SCENE III.—Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's This infant warrior, in his enterprizes

Head Tavern.
Discomfited great Douglas ; ta'en him once,

Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH.
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,

Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this And shake the peace and safety of our throne. last action ? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown: The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well

, I'll repent, Capitulate against us, and are up.

and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shalí But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?

be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,

strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?

inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, brewer's horse. The inside of a church! Company, Base inclination, and the start of spleen,

villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. To fight against me under Percy's pay,

Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns,

Fal. Why, there is it.—Come, sing me a bawdy To show how much thou art degenerate.

song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given as a P. Hen. Do not think so; you shall not find it so: gentleman need to be; virtuous enough : swore little ; And God forgive them, that so much have sway'd diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdyYour majesty's good thoughts away from me! house not above once in a quarter-of an hour; paid I will redeem all this on Percy's head,

money that I borrowed three or four times; lived well, And in the closing of some glorious day,

and in good compass; and now I live out of all order, Be bold to tell you that I am your son ;

out of all compass. When I will wear a garment all of blood,

Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must And stain my favour in a bloody mask,

needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonable comWhich, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it.

pass, sir John. And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,

Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my That this same child of honour and renown,

life. Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern not This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, in the poop,—but 'tis in the nose of thee : thou art the And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet. knight of the burning lamp. For every honour sitting on his helm,

Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head

Fal. No; I'll be sworn, I make as good use of it as My shames redoubled ! for the time will come, many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori: That I shall make this northern youth exchange I never see thy face, but I think upon hell-fire, and His glorious deeds for my indignities.

Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes, Percy is but my factor, good my lord,

burning, burning. If thou wert any way given to virTo engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;

tue, I would swear by thy face : my oath should be, By And I will call him to so strict account,

this fire, that's God's angel: but thou art altogether That he shall render every glory up,

given over, and wert, indeed, but for the light in thy Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,

face, the son of utter darkness. When thou ran’st up Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.

Gadshill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not This, in the name of God, I promise here:

think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildThe which, if he be pleas'd I shall perform,

fire, there's no purchase in money. O! thou art a perI do beseech your majesty, may salve

petual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light. Thou hast The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walkIf not, the end of life cancels all bands;

ing with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern : And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,

but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandK. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this ! ler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust herein. of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years : Enter BLUNT.

God reward me for it! How now, good Blunt ? thy looks are full of speed. Bard. 'Sblood! I would my face were in your belly.

Blunt. So is the business that I come to speak of. Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heartLord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,

burned. That Douglas, and the English rebels met,

Enter Hostess. The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury.

How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired A mighty and a fearful head they are,

yet who picked my pocket? If promises be kept on every hand,

Host. Why, sir John, what do you think, sir John ? As ever offer'd foul play in a state.

think I keep thieves in my house? I have K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day, searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by With him my son, lord John of Lancaster;

man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a For this advertisement is five days old.

hair was never lost in my house before. On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward ; Fal. You lie, hostess : Bardolph was shaved, and lost On Thursday we ourselves will march:

many a hair; and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked. Our meeting is Bridgnorth; and, Harry, you

Go to, you are a woman; go. Shall march through Glostershire; by which account, Host. Who I? No. I defy thee: God's light! I Our business valued, some twelve days hence

was never called so in mine own house before. Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet.

Fal. Go to; I know you well enough.

Do you

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