Such as is bent on sun-like majesty When it shines seldom in admiring eyes; But rather drowsed, and hung their eyelids down, Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Being with his presence glutted, gorged, and full. But is aweary of thy common sight, Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more; Which now doth that I would not have it do,Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more myself. As thou art to this hour, was Richard then And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on Against renowned Douglas, whose high deeds, And military title capital Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ. And shake the peace and safety of our throne. And what say you to this? Percy, Northumber land, The Archbishop's Grace of York, Douglas, and Mortimer, Capitulate against us, and are up. But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my near'st and dearest enemy ? Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, To show how much thou art degenerate. P. Hen. Do not think so; you shall not find it so: And God forgive them that so much have swayed And, in the closing of some glorious day, 'Would they were multitudes, and on my head Percy is but my factor, good my lord, To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; This, in the name of God, I promise here: K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this: Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein. Enter BLUNT. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. As ever offered foul play in a state. K. Hen. The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day, With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster; For this advertisement is five days old.— On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward; On Thursday we ourselves will march: Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you account Our business valuéd, some twelve days hence [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown: I am withered like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse the inside of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. |