any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy to make thee long-winded; if thy pocket were enriched with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong! Art thou not ashamed?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should poor Jack Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest, I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?

P. Hen. It appears so by the story.

Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee. Go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.Still?-Nay, pr'ythee, be gone. [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad;-how is that answered?

P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee. The money is paid back again.

Fal. O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labor.

P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing.

Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and do it with unwashed hands too.

Bar. Do, my lord.

P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I find one that can steal well? O, for a fine thief, of the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels; they offend none but the virtuous : I laud them; I praise them.

P. Hen. Bardolph!

Bar. My lord.

P. Hen. Go, bear this letter to lord John of Lan

caster,

My brother John; this to my lord of Westmoreland.
Go, Poins, to horse, to horse; for thou and I

Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
Jack,

Meet me to-morrow i' the Temple-hall

At two o'clock i' the afternoon :

There shalt thou know thy charge, and there re

ceive

Money and order for their furniture.

The land is burning; Percy stands on high;

And either they or we must lower lie.

[Exeunt Prince, Poins, and Bardolph.

Fal. Rare words! brave world!

breakfast; come.

-Hostess, my

O, I could wish, this tavern were my drum! [Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

Enter HOTSPUR, worcester, and douglas. Hot. Well said, my noble Scot. If speaking truth,

In this fine age, were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have,
As not a soldier of this season's stamp
Should go so general current through the world.
By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy 1

The tongues of soothers: but a braver place
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself.
Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord.
Dou. Thou art the king of honor:

No man so potent breathes upon the ground,
But I will beard him.

Hot.

Do so, and 'tis well :

Enter MESSENGER, with Letters.

What letters hast thou there? I can but thank you.
Mes. These letters come from your father.
Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not him-

self?

Disdain.

Mes. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous

sick.

Hot. Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick In such a justling time? Who leads his power? Under whose government come they along?

Mes. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Wor. I pr'ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? Mes. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth; And, at the time of my departure thence,

He was much fear'd by his physicians.

Wor. I would, the state of time had first been whole,

Ere he by sickness had been visited.

His health was never better worth than now.

Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect

The very life-blood of our enterprise ;

"Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
He writes me here,—that inward sickness,-
And that his friends by deputation could not
So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet,
To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

On any soul removed, but on his own:
Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,-
That with our small conjunction, we should on,
To see how Fortune is disposed to us;
For, as he writes, there is no quailing 1 now;
Because the king is certainly possess'd

1

Faltering.

What say you to it?

Of all our purposes.

Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want

Seems more than we shall find it.

Were it good,

To set the exact wealth of all our states
All at one cast? to set so rich a main
On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
It were not good: for therein should we read
The very
bottom and the soul of hope;
The very list,1 the very utmost bound

Of all our fortunes.

Dou.

Faith, and so we should;

Where 2 now remains a sweet reversion.

We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
Is to come in :

A comfort of retirement lives in this.

Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mischance look big

Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here.

The quality and hair 3 of our attempt

Brooks no division. It will be thought

By some, that know not why he is away,
That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike
Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence;
And think, how such an apprehension

Limit.

SHAK.

2 Whereas.

VII.

3 Complexion, character.

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