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P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou could'st not see thy hand? come, tell us your reason; What sayest thou to this?

[Exit.

P. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack.
Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing.
P. Hen. Now, sirs, by'r lady, you fought fair;—
so did you, Peto;-so did you, Bardolph: you are
lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not
touch the true prince; no,-fie!

Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came
Falstaff's sword so hacked?

Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon com- Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and pulsion, I. said, he would swear truth out of England but he P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin: this would make you believe it was done in fight; and sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back-persuaded us to do the like. breaker, this huge hill of flesh;Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spearFal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you grass, to make them bleed; and then to beslubber dried neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish,-our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood O, for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tai- of true men. I did that I did not this seven year lor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. standing tuck ;

P. Hen. Well, breathe a while, and then to it again and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but this.

:

Poins. Mark, Jack.

parent shame?

thou now?

P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack
eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the man-
ner, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore ;
Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet
thou ran'st away; What instinct hadst thou for it?
Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do
you behold these exhalations?
P. Hen. I do.

Bard. What think you they portend?
P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.2
Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken,
P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.
Re-enter Falstaff.

P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth.Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down.Then did we two set on you four: and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in the house :--and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare bone. How hast done; and then say, it was in fight! What now, my sweet creature of bombast ? How long trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? now find out, to hide thee Lom this open and ap- Ful. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick hast could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that like a bladder. There's villanous news abroad: made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Was it for here was sir John Bracy from your father; you me to kill the heir apparent? Should I turn upon must to the court in the morning. That same mad the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as va- fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that liant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will gave Amaimon the bastinado, and made Lucifer not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great mat-cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon ter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the the cross of a Welsh hook,-What,& plague, call better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a you him?-valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by Poins. O, Glendower. the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? shall we have a play extempore?

P. Hen. Content;-and the argument shall be, thy running away.

Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.
Enter Hostess.

Host. My lord the prince,-
P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess? what
say'st thou to me?

Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door, would speak with you: he says, he comes from your father.

P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother. Fal. What manner of man is he?

Host. An old man.

Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?-Shall I give him his answer?

Fal. Owen, Owen; the same;-and his son-in law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o'horseback up a hill perpendicular.

P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

Fal. You have hit it.

P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him. he will not run.

P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running?

Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, afoot, he will not budge a foot.

P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard is turned white with the news; you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot

(4) A demon; who is described as one of the four kings, who rule over all the demons in the

(1) In the fact. (2) Drunkenness and poverty.world. (3) Bombast is the stuffing of clothes.

(5) Scotsmen in blue bonnets.

June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy lent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundred. most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore; and now like, we shall have good trading that way.-But, I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? thou should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harbeing heir apparent, could the world pick thee out ry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falthou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill staff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell at it? me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month?

P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy instinct.

Ful. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.

P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.

Fal. Depose me? it thou dost it half so gravely, 30 majestically, both in word and matter, hang me P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and ex-up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker," or a poulter's amine me upon the particulars of my life.

Fal. Shall I content:-This chair shall be my state,' this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my

crown.

P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown!

hare.

P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

Fal. And here I stand:-judge, my masters.
P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you?
Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheup.

P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, I'll tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

P. Hen. Sweatest thou, ungracious boy? hence

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept; for I must speak in pas-forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried sion, and I will do it in king Cambyses' vein. P. Hen. Well, here is my leg.

Fal. And here is my speech:-Stand aside, nobility.

Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith.

Ful. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain."

Host. O, the father, how he holds his countenance!

Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful

queen,

For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
Host. O rare! he doth it like as one of these
harlotry players, as I ever see.

away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

Fal. I would, your grace would take me with you; Whom means your grace?

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P. Hen. That villanous, abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Fal. My lord, the man I know.

P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; pezce, good ticklebrain.-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than my own opinion; but chiefly, a villanous trick of in myself, were to say more than I know. That he thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, is old (the more the pity,) his white hairs do wit that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, ness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a here lies the point;-Why, being son to me, art whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and su thou so pointed at ? Shall the blessed sun of heaven car be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then a thief, and take purses? a question to be asked. Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often ford; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: heard of, and it is known to many in our land by but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therereport, doth defile; so doth the company thou fore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, keepest: for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in banish not him thy Harry's company; banish plump drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; Jack, and banish all the world. not in words only, but in woes also:-And yet P. Hen. I do, I will. there is a virtuous inan, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.

P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your majesty?

Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpu

(1) Chair of state.

(2) A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570. (3) Obeisance. (4) Sorrowful.

[A knocking heard, [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. Re-enter Bardolph, running. Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a most monstrous watch, is at the door.

Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

(8) The machine which separates flour from bran (9) A leather black-jack to hold beer.

(5) Name of a strong liquor. (6) A truant boy.(10) In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole. (7) A young rabbit.

711) Go no faster than I can follow.

Re-enter Hostess, hastily.

Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord !---

will be a march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with

Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fid-me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow,

dle-stick: What's the matter?

Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house: Shall I let them in ?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold, a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, without seeming so.

P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without instinct.

Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another.

P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras;'-the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true face, and good conscience."

Ful. Both which I have had: but their date is out, and therefore, I'll hide me.

[Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins.

P. Hen. Call in the sheriff.

Enter Sheriff and Carrier.

Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me?
Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
P. Hen. What men?

Poins.

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Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious Shak'd like a coward. lord, A gross fat man.

Car.

As fat as butter.

P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; For I myself at this time have employ'd him. And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time, Send him to answer thee, or any man, For any thing he shall be charg'd withal: And so let me entreat you leave the house.

Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these
men,

He shall be answerable; and so, farewell.
Sher. Good night, my noble lord.

P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; is it not? Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, call him forth.

Poins, Falstaff!-fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.

P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast C.ou found?

Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. Hen. Let's see what they be read them.
Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.

l'em, Sauce, 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.

Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

Hot. Why, so it would have done At the same season, if your mother's cat had But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was

born.

Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook. Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,

And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples' down
Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.

Glend.

Cousin, of many men

I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
To tell you once again,-that at my birth,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show,

I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland,

Wales,

P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpenny worth Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!-What And bring him out, that is but woman's son, there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more ad- Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, vantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the And hold me pace in deep experiments. court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death

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Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better

Welsh:

(4) Lights set crossways upon beacons, and also upon poles, which were used in processions, &c. (5) Tumbles,

I will to dinner.

Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him
mad.

Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man:
But will they come, when you do call for them?
Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
The devil.

Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,
By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil.-
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Mort. Come, come,

No more of this unprofitable chat.

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke

made head

Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye,
And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him,
Bootless' home, and weather-beaten back.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather

too!

?

How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name
Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide
our right,

According to our three-fold order ta'en?
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally:
England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By south and east, is to my part assign'd:
All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being sealed interchangeably,
(A business that this night may execute,)
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,

And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,'
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:
Within that space, [To Glend.] you may have
drawn together

Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords,
And in my conduct shall your ladies come:
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
For there will be a world of water shed,
Upon the parting of your wives and you.

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Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton
here,

In quantity equals not one of yours:
See, how this river comes me cranking in,
And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle' out.
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run,
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him
here,

And on this north side win this cape of land;
And then he runs straight and even.

Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Hot.

Will not you?

Who shall say me nay?

Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot.
Glend. Why, that will I.
Hot.

Speak it in Welsh.

Let me not understand you then,

Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
For I was train'd up in the English court:
Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
Many an English ditty, lovely well,

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
A virtue that was never seen in you.

I

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart,
had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers:
I had rather hear a brazen canstick' turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree;
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
'Tis like the forc'd gate of a shuffling nag.

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
To any well-deserving friend;

But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by
night:

I'll haste the writer, and, withal,
Break with your wives of your departure hence:
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,
So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my
father!

[Erit.

Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies;
And of a dragon and a finless fish,
A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,-
He held me, but last night, at least nine hours
In reckoning up the several devils' names,
That were his lackeys: I cried, humph,—and
well,-go to,-

But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;

Worse than a smoky house:-I had rather live
With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates," and have him talk to me,
In any summer-house in Christendom.

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;
Exceedingly well read, and profited
In strange concealments; 12 valiant as a lion,
And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful

Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?

doth.

Mort. Yea,

He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,

But mark, how he bears his course, and runs When you do cross his humour; faith, he does:

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I warrant you, that man is not alive,
Might so have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof;
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;

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And since your coming hither have done enough
To put him quite beside his patience.

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,
(And that's the dearest grace it renders you,)
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
Beguiling them of commendation.

Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be
your speed!

Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
Re-enter Glendower, with the Ladies.

Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,-
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.

Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part
with you,

She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Mort. Good father, tell her,—that she, and my
aunt Percy,

Shall follow in your conduct' speedily.
[Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh,

and she answers him in the same.

Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish selfwill'd harlotry,

One no persuasion can do good upon.

[Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from these swelling

heavens,

I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
In such a parley would I answer thee.

Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands
Welsh ;

And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.
By'r lady, he's a good musician.

Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.

Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken?
Hot. No.

Lady P. Then be still.

Hol. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.
Lady P. Now God help thee!

Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.
Lady P. What's that?
Hot. Peace! she sings.

A Welsh SONG sung by Lady M.
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
Lady. P. Not mine, in good sooth.

like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear
and, As true as I live; and, Ás God shall mend
me; and, As sure as day:

And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury."
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth,
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens.
Lady P. I will not sing.
Come, sing.

Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll [Lady M. speaks. away within these two hours; and so come in when

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
And that's a feeling disputation:
But I will never be a truant, love,

Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division to her lute.2

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
Lady M. speaks again.
Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this.
Glend. She bids you

Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,
As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her
sing:

By that time will our book,' I think, be drawn.
Glend. Do so;

And those musicians that shall play to you,
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;
Yet straight they shall be here; sit, and attend.
Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down:
Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy
lap.

Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.

ye will.
[Exit.
Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as

slow,

As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.
By this our book's drawn: we'll but seal, and then
To horse immediately.

Mort.

With all my heart. [Exe.

SCENE II.-London. A room in the palace. En-
ter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords.

K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of
Wales and f

Must have some conference: But be near at hand,
For we shall presently have need of you.--

[Exeunt Lords.

I know not whether God will have it so,
For some displeasing service I have done,
That in his secret doom out of my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
But thou dost in thy passages of life,

Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean at.
tempts,"

Such barren pleasures, rude society,
As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would I could

Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the Quit all offences with as clear excuse,

music plays.

1) Guard, escort.

A compliment to queen Elizabeth.

Our paper of conditions,

As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

(4) Hound. (5) In Moorfields.
(6) Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys,
(7) Unworthy undertakings,

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