In the gray vault of heaven; and, by his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move

To do brave acts: he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs, that practised not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant ;

For those that could speak low and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him: so that, in speech, in gait,

In diet, in affections of delight,

In military rules, humors of blood,

He was the mark and glass, copy and book,

That fashion❜d others: and him,-O wondrous him! O miracle of men !-him did you leave,

(Second to none, unseconded by you)
To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage; to abide a field,

Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
Did seem defensible :--so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong,
To hold your honor more precise and nice
With others than with him; let them alone.
The marshal and the archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

North.

Beshrew your heart,

Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me,
With new lamenting ancient oversights.

But I must go, and meet with danger there;

Or it will seek me in another place,

And find me worse provided.

Lady N.

O, fly to Scotland,

Till that the nobles, and the armed commons,

Have of their puissance made a little taste.

Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the king,

Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves,
First let them try themselves: so did your son;
He was so suffer'd: so came I a widow;
And never shall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
For recordation to my noble husband.

North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my mind,

As with the tide swell'd up unto its height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back.
I will resolve for Scotland; there am I,
Till time and vantage crave my company.

SCENE IV.

London. A room in the Boar's Head tavern, in

Eastcheap.

Enter Two drawers.

1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there?

Apple-Johns ? 1 Thou knowest sir John cannot endure an apple-John.

2 Draw. Mass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told him, there were five more sir Johns; and, putting off his hat, said, 'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old, withered knights.' It angered him to the heart; but he hath forgot that.

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: and see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise; 2 mistress Tear-sheet would fain hear some music. Despatch. The room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.

2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince and master Poins anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins, and aprons; and sir John must not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word.

1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis.3 It will be an excellent stratagem.

2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. [Exit.

Enter HOSTESS and DOLL TEAR-SHEET.

Host. I' faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your color, I warrant you, is as red as any rose: but, i' faith, you have drunk too much canaries; and

1 A species of apple that will keep two years.

Sneak was a street minstrel.

3 Merry doings.

that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can say,- What's this?' How now?

do

you

Doll. Better than I was. Hem !

Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold. Look, here comes sir John.

Enter FALSTAFF, singing.

Fal. When Arthur first in court'-Empty the jorden.' And was a worthy king.' [Exit Drawer.] How now, mistress Doll?

Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth.

Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick.

Doll. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll.

Doll. I make them? gluttony and diseases make them; I make them not.

Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll; we catch of you: grant that, my poor virtue, grant that.

Doll. Ay, marry; our chains and our jewels.

Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches: '-for to serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged chambers bravely ;

Doll. Hang yourself, you muddy conger; hang yourself.

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Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you are both, in good troth, as rheumatic 1 as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good year! one must bear, and that must be you: [to Doll.] you are the weaker vessel, as they say; the emptier vessel.

Doll. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? There's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, there is nobody cares.

Re-enter DRAwer.

Draw. Sir, ancient 2 Pistol's below, and would speak with you.

Doll. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come hither: it is the foul-mouthedst rogue in England.

Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith; I must live amongst my neighbors; I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very best. Shut the door;-there comes no swaggerers here! I have not lived all this while, to have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.

Capricious, humorsome.

2 Ensign.