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But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, When Richard, --with his eye ormfull of tears, And well consider of them: Make good speed.

Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,

(Eril Page. Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? How many thousands of my poorest subjects Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which Are at this hour asleep!-Sleep, gentle sleep, My cousin Bolingbroke ascends iny throne ; Nature's soll nurse, how have I trighted thee, Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent; That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, But that necessity so bow'd the state, And sicep iny scnscs in forgetfulness?

That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss : Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, The time shall come, thus did he follow it, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thec,

The time will come, that foul sin, galhering head, And hush'd with buzzing night-llies to thy slumber; Shall break into corruption :-so went on, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Foretelling this same time's condition, Under the canopies of' costly state,

And the division of our amity. And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody ?

War. There is a history in all men's lives, O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd: In loathsome beds: and Icav'st the kingly couch, The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, A watch-case, or a common 'arum bell? With a near aiin, of the main chance of things Will thou upon the high and giddy mast

As yet not come to life; which in their seeds, Scal up the slip-boy's eyes, and rock his brains And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. In cradle of the rude imperious surge ;

Such things become the hatch and brood of time; And in the visitation of ihe winds,

And, by the necessary forın of this, Who take the ruffian billows by ile top,

King Richard might create a perfect guess, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them That great Northumberland, ihen false to him, With deal’ning clainours in the slippery clouds, Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness; That, with the hurly,' death itself awakes? Which should not find a ground to root upon, Cansi thou, V partial sleep! give thy repose

Unless on you. To the wet sca-boy in an hour so rude;

K. Hen. Are these things then necessities? And, in the calmest and inost stillest night, Then let us mcet them like necessities :With all appliances and incans to boot,

And that same word even now cries out on us; Deny it to u king? Then, happy low, lic down! They say, the bishop and Northumberland Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Are fifty thousand strong.


It cannot be, my lord; Enter Warwick and Surrey.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, War. Many good morrows to your majesty!

The numbers of the scar'd :-Please it your grace, K. Ilen. Is it good inorrow, lords?

To go to bed: upou my life, my lord, War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

The powers that you already have sent forth, K. Ilen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my Shall bring this prize in very easily. Jords.

To comfort you the more, Ű have receiv'd Ilave you read o'er the letters that I sent you ? A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. War. We have, my liege.

Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add kingdom

Unto your sickness. How soul it is; what rank diseases grow,

K. Hen.

I will take your counsel : And with what danger, near the heart of it. And, were these inward wars once out of hand,

War. It is but as a body, yet, distemperd; We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. [Éxe. Which to his former strength may be restor'd, With good advice, and little medicine :-

SCENE II.- Courl before Justice Shallow's house,

in Gloucestershire. Enter Shallow and Silence, My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the book

meeting; Mouidy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bullof fate;

cals, and servants, behind. And see the revolution of the times

Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your Make mountains level, and the continent hand, sir, give me your hand, sir : an early stirrer, (Weary of solid firmness) met itself

by the rood. And how doth my good cousin, SiInto the sca! and, other times, to see

lence ? The beachv girdle of the ocean

Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed-fellow? And changes fill ihe cup of alteration

and your fairest daughter, and mine, ny god-daugh. With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen,

ter Ellen? The happiest youth, --viewing his progress through, Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, consin Shallow. What perils past, what crosses to ensue,–

Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin Would shut ihe book, and sit him down and dic. William is become a good scholar: He is at Ox'Tis not ten years gone,

ford still, is he not? Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, Sil. Indecd, sir, to my cost. Did feast togeiher, ana, in two years after,

Shal. He must then to the inns of courts shortly: Were they ai wars: It is but eight years, since I was once of Clement's-Inn; where, I think, they This Percy was the man nearest my soul;

will talk of mad Shallow yet. Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,

Sil. You were called-lusty Shallow, then, And laid his love and life under my foot ;

cousin. Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and Gave hiin defiance. But which of you was by, I would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,). too. There was I, and little John Doit of Stafford

[To Warwick. shire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, (1) Noise. (2) Those in lowly situations,

(3) Cross.

and Will Squele, a Cotswold man,-you had not sir John.-Give me your good hand, gire me your four such swing.bucklers' in all the inns of court worship's good hand: By my troth, you look well, again: and I may say to you, we knew where the and bear your years very well : welcome, good sit bona-robas: were ; and had the best of them all at John. commandment. Then was Jack Falstafl, now sir Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, dule Robert Shallow:-Master Sure-card, as I think. of Norfolk.

Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon comunission with me. about soldiers ?

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw should be of the peace. him brcak Skogan's head at the court-gate, when Sil. Your good worship is welcome. he was a crack,' not thus high : and the very same

Fal. Fie ! this is hot weather.- Gentlemen, day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruit- have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient erer, behind Gray's-Inn. . O, the mad-days that I men? have spent! and to see how many of mine old ac- Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit ? quaintances are dead !

Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.

Shal. Where's the roll? Where's the roll? where's Shal. Certain, 'tis certain ; very sure, very sure: the roll ?--Let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so: death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all Yea, marry, sir :-Ralph Mouldy:- let them apshall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stam-pear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. ford fair?

Let me sce; Where is Mouldy? Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

Moul. Here, an't please you. Shal. Death is certain.-Is old Double of your

Shal. What think you, sir John ? a good-limbed town living yet ?

fellow: young, strong, and of good friends. Si. Dead, sir.

Fal. Is thy name Mouidy ? Shal. Dead!--See, see!-hc drew a good bow;-

Moul. Yea, an't please you. And dead !-he shot a tine shoot:-John of Gaunt Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used. loved him well, and betted much money on his

Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i'lajth! things head. Dead !-he would have clapped i'ihe clout that are mouldy, lack use: Very singular good! at twelve score ;4 and carried you a forehand shaft In faith, well said, sir John; very well said. a lourteen and fourteen and a hall, that it would Fal. Prick him.

(To Shallow. have done a man's heart good to see.--How a score

Mond. I was pricked well enough before, an you of ewes now?

could have let me alone : my old dame will be unSil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes done now, for one to do her husbandry, and her may be worth ten pounds.

drudgery: you need not to have pricked me; there Shal. And is old Double dead ?

are other men litter to go out than I.

Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. MoulEnter Bardolph, and one with him. dy, it is time you were spent. Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men,

Noul. Spent! as I think.

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I be- you where you are ?-For the other, sir John :- let secch you, which is justice Shallow?

me see ;-Simon Shadow! Shal. I'am Roberi Shallow, sir; a poor esquire Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under: of this county, and one of the king's justices of the he's like to be a cold soldier. peace : What is your good pleasure with me?

Shal. Where's Shadow ? Bard. My capiain, sir, comiends him to you:

Shad. Here, sir. my captain, sir John Falstafl: a talls gentleman, Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou ? by heaven, and a most gallant leader.

Shad. My mother's son, sir. Shal. He grcels me well, sir; I know him a Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough; and thy good backsword man: How doth the good knight? father's shadow: so the son of the female is the may I ask, how my lady his wife doth ?

shadow of the male: It is ollen so, indeed; but Bard. Sir, pardon ; a soldier is better accommo- not much of the father's substance. dated, than with a wife.

Shal. Do you like him, sir John? Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir ; and it is well

Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,-prick him; said, indeed, 100. Better accommodated !-it is-for we have a number of shadows to fill up the good; yea, indeed, it is : good phrases are surely, muster-book. and ever were, very commendable. Accommo- Shal. Thomas Wart! dated !-it comes from accommodo : very good ; a

Fal. Where's he? good phrase.

Wart. Here, sir.
Bard. Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Fol. Is thy name Wart?
Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not

Wari. Yea, sir. the phrase: but I will maintain the word with my Fol. Thou art a very ragged wart. sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word ofer- Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John ? ceeding good command. Accommodated; that is, Ful. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or, upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon when a man is,-being, -whereby,—he may be pins: prick him no more. thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, sir ; you can thing.

do it: I commend you well.–Francis Feeble! Enter Falstaff.

Fee. Here, sir.

Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ? Shal. It is very just :-Look, here comes goodFee. A woman's tailor, sir. (1) Rakes, or rioters.

(4) Hit the white mark at twelve score yarda, (2) Ladies of pleasure, (3) Boy.

(5) Brave,

no more.

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir?

Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand Fal. You may : but it he had been a man's tailor, my friend ; and here is four Harry ten shillings in he would have pricked you.-Wilt thou make as French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done as lief be hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine in a woman's petticoai?

own part, sir, I do not care ; but, rather, because Fee. I will do my good will, sir ; you can have I am unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a de

sire to stay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, Ful. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, for mine own part, so much. courageous Feeble! Thou will be as valiant as the Barı. Go to; stand aside. wrathiul dove, or most magnanimous mouse.- Moul. And, good master corporal captain, for Prick the woman's tailor well, master Shallow; ny old dame's sake, stand my friend : she has nodeep, master Shallow.

body to do any thing about her, when I am gone : Fee. I would, Wart might have gone, sir. and she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall

Fal. I would, thou wert a inan's tailor; that thou have forty, sir. might'st mend hiin, and make him fit to go. I can- Bard. Go to; stand aside. not put him to a private soldier, that is the leader Fee. By my troth, I care not ;-a man can die of so many thousands: Let that suílice, most for- but once ;-we owe God a death ;-I'll ne'er bear cible Feeble.

a base mind:-an't be my destiny, so;-an't be Fee. It shall suficc, sir.

not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince; Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeblc.— and, let it go which way it will, he that dics this Who is next?

lycar, is quit for the next. Shal. Peter B:ll-calf of the green !

Bard. Well said; thou'rt a good fellow.
Fal. Yra, marry, let us see Bull-call.

Fie. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.
Bull. Here, sir.
Fal. Fore God, a likely fellow ! -Come, prick

Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices. the Bull-call, till he rour a rain.

Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have ? Bull. O lord! good my lord captain.

Shal. Four, of which you pleasc. Ful. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? Bard. Sir, a word with you:-I have three pound Bull. O lord, sir! I am a diseased an. to free Mouldy and Bull-calf. Ful. What disease hast thou?

Fal. Go to; well. B!!!. A whores on cold, sir; a cou'

, sir; which

Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you have ? I caught with ringing in the king's a rs, upon his Fal. Do you choose for me. coronation day, sir. Fal. Come, thou shalt ço to the wa s in a gown; and Shadow.

Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feebie, we will have away thy cold ; and I sill take such Fal. Moudy, and B:ll-call:-For you, Mouldy, order, that thy friends' shall ring for ree.—Is here stay at home sill; you are past service: and, for all ? Shal. Here is two more called thar your num- I will none of you.

your pari, Bull-call-grow till you come unto it; ber; you must have but four here, sw';--and so, 1 Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong: pray you, go in with me to dinner. Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I can served with the best.

they are your likeliest men, and I would have you not tarry dinner. Tan glad to co you, in good Ful. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to troth, inaster Shillow.

choose a man? Care I for the limb, the the wes, the Sha! O, sir John, do you remeinber since we stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give lay all night in the windmill in St. Geor re's-fields ? me the spirit, master Shallow.-Ilerc's Wart;

Ful. No more of that, good master Shallow, no you see what a ragged appearance it is : he shall more of that.

charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of Sha. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane a pewterer's hammer; come off, and on, swiser Night-work alive?

thin he that gibbots-on the brewer's bucket. And Fal. She lives, master Shailow.

this same hall-lac'd fellow, Shadow,-give me this Shal. She never could away with me.

man: he presents no mark to the enemy: the focFal. Never, never: she would always say, she man' may with as great aim level at the edge of a could not abide master Shallow.

pen-kuif : And, for a retrcat,-how swiftly will Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off! O, give heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she holdine the spare men, and spare me the great ones.her own well ?

Put me a calivero into Wart's hand, Bardolph. Fad. Old, old, master Shallow.

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse ;3 thus, thus, thus. Shu. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So :-very but be old; certain, she's old; and had Robin well:--go to :--very good:-exceeding good.-0, Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald Clement's-Inn.

shot. Well said, i'laith, Wart; thou art a good Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.

scab : hold, there's a tester for thee. Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen

Shal. He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do that that this knight and I have seen :-Ha, sir it right. I remember at Milc-end green (when I John, said I well ?

lay at Clement's-Inn,-) was then sir Dagonel, in Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Arthur's show,') there was a little quiver fellow, master Shallow,

and : would inanage you his piece thus: and 'a Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have; would about, and about, and come you in, and in faith, sir John, we have ; our watch-word was, come you in: rah, tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, Hem, boys !--Came, let's to dinner; come, let's would''a say; and away again would ’a go, and to dinner :-0, the days that we have seen !- again would 'a come:- I shall never see such a Come, come. (Exe. Falstaff, Shallow, and Silence. fellow. (1) Enemy. (2) Gun. (3) Marrbo (4) Shooter. (5) An exhibition of archery

Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shal-As might hold sortancce with his quality, low.–God keep you, master Silence; I will not The which he could not levy; whereupon use many words with you :--Fare you well, gentle-He is retir’d, lo ripe his growing forluncs, inen boch: I thank you : I pust a dozen mile to- To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers, night.-Bardolph, give the soldiers coats. That your attempls may overlive the hazard,

Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper And fearful meeting of iheir opposite. your aflairs, and send us peace! As you return, Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch visit my housc; let our old acquaintance be re

ground, newed: peradventure, I will with you to the court. And dash themselves to picces. Fal. I would you would, master Shallow.

Enter a Messenger. Shal. Go lo; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you


Now, what news? well.

(Exeunt Shallow and Silence. Fal. Fare you well, gentle genilemen. 10., Bar- in goodly form cones on the enemy

Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, dolph ; lead the men away. (Exeunt Bardolph, Recruils, ge.) As I returii

, I will letch off ibsé And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number, justices ! I do sec the bottoin of Justice Shallow. Opon, or pear, the rate of thitlý thousand. Lord, lord, how subjcct we old inen are to this

Voicb. The just proportion that we gare them

out. vice of lying! This same starved justice hath done Let us sway on, and face them in the field. nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull

Enter Westmoreland. street;' and every third word a lie, duer paid to Arch. What well-appointed' lcader fronts us the hearer than the Turk's tribuie. I du remem

here? ber him at Clementis-Inn, like a man made after Niorb. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland. supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he West. Ilealth and fair grecting from our general, was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster. head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he Arch. Say on, iny lord of Westmoreland, in was so sorlorn, ihat his diinensions to any thick

peace; sight were invisible: he was the very genius of What doth concern your coming ? faminc ; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores West.

Then, my lord called him-mandrake: he came ever in the rear- Unto your grace do I in chief address ward of the fashion; and sung those tunts to the The substance of my speech. If that rebellion over-scutched huswives that he heard the carmen Caine like itsell, in base and abject rouls, whistle, and sware-they were his fancies, or his Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage, good-nights. And now is this Vice's daggero be- and countenanc'd by boys, and beggary; come a squire; and talks as familiarly of John or I say, if damn'd commotion so appeard, Gaunt, as if he had been sworn brother to him: In his true, native, and most proper shape, and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once in the You, reverend father, and these noble lords, Till-yard; and then he burst his head, for crowd. Had not been here, to dress the ugly form ing among the marshal's inen. I saw it; and told of base and bloody insurrection John of Gaunt, he bcat his own names for you with your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,might have truss'd him, and all his apparel, into an Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd; eel-skiu; the case of a treble hautboy was a man- Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; sion for him, a court; and now has he land and Whose learning and good letters peacc hath tulord; beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, if Whose white investments tigure innocence, I return: and it shall go hard, but I will make him The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, a philosopher's two stuncs to ine: If the young dace Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself, be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, law of nature, but I may snap at him. Let time Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war? shape, and there an end.

[Exil. Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,

Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

Arch. Wherefore do I this ?--so the question

stands. SCENE 1.1 forest in Yorkshire. Enter the Briefly to this end :-We are all discas'd; archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings, and And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours, others,

Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,

And we must bleed for it: of which disease Arch. What is this forest callid ?

Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. Hast. 'Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland, your grace.

I take not on me here as a physician; Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send disco- Nor do I as an enemy to peace, vercrs forth,

Troop in the throngs of military men : To know the numbers of our enemies,

But, rather, show a while like tearsul war, Hast. We have sent forth already.

To dict rank minds, sick of happiness : Arch,

'Tis well done. And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd

I have in equal balance justly weigh'd New-dated letters from Northumberland ; What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs 1 Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus:

suffer, Here doth he wish his person, with such powers And find our griefs' heavier than our offences.

(1) In Clerkenwell. (2) Titles of little poems. (4) Broke. (5) Gaunt is thin, slender.

(3) A wooden dagger like that used by the (6) Be suitable. (7) Completely accoutreda modern harlequin,

(8) Grievances.

We see which way the stream of time doth run, Cried hate upon him ; and all their prayers, and And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere

love, By the rough torrent of occasion:

Werc set on Hereford, whom they doted on, And have the summary of all our griess,

And bless'd, and grac'd indeed, more than the king. When time shall scrve, lo show in articles; But this is mere digression from my purpose. Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king, Here come I from our princely general, And might by no suit gain our audience: To know your griess; to tell you from his grace, When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, That he will give you audience: and wherein We arc denied access unto his person,

It shall appear that your demands are just, Even by those meo that most have done us wrong. You shall enjoy them; every thing set off, The dangers of the days but newly gone, That might so much as think you enemies. (Whose memory is written on the earth

Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this With yet appearing blood,) and the examples

offer: Of every minute's instance, (present now,) And it proceeds from policy, not love. Have pit us in these ill-besecming arms :

West. Mowbray, you overween, to take it so ; Not to break peace, or any branch of it; This offer comes from mercy, not from fear: But to establish here a peace indeed,

For, lo! within a ken, our army lies ; Concurring both in name and quality.

Upon mine honour, all too confident Wesl. When ever yet was your appral denied ? To give admillance to a thought of fear. Wherein have you been galler! by the king ?

Our battle is more full of names than yours, What peer hath been suborn’d to grate on vou ? Our men more perfect in the use of arms, That you should seal this lawless bloody book Our armour all as strong, our cause the best ;. of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,

Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good :And consecratc commotion's bitler edge ?

Say you not then, our otser is compell’d. Arch. My brother general, the cominonwealth, Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no To brother born a household cruelty,

parley I make my quarrel in particular.

West. That argues but the shame of your offence: West. There is no need of any such redress;

A rotten case abides no handling. Or, if there werc, it not belongs to you.

Hast. Hath the prince John a full commission, Morob. Why not to him, part ; and to us all, In very ample virtue of his father, That lecl the bruises of the days before;

To hear, and absolutely to determine And suffer the condition of these times

of what conditions we shall stand upon ? To lay a heavy and unequal hand

West. That is intended in the general's name : Upon our honours ?

I muse, you make so slight a question. West.

O my good lord Mowbray, Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this Construe the times to their necessities,

schedule ;' And you shall say indeed,-it is the time,

For this contains our general grievances :And not the king, that doth you injuries.

Each scveral article herein redress'd; Yct, for your part, it not appears to me,

All members of our cause, both here and hence, Either from the king, or in the present time,

That are insinew'd to this action,
That you should have an inch of any ground Acquitted by a true substantial form:
To build a grief on: Were you not restor'd And present execution of our wills
To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories,

To us, and to our purposes, consign'd;
Your noble and right-well-remember'd father's ? We come within our awful' banks again,

Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost, And knö our powers to the arm of peace.
That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me?

West. This will I show the general. Please you,
The king, that lov’d him, as the state stood then, In sight of both our battles we may meet :
Was, force perforce, compell’d to banish him :
And then, when Harry Bolingbroke, and he,- And either end in peace, which heaven so frame !
Being mounted, and both rous'd in their seats, Or to the place of difference call the swords
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,

Which must decide it. Thcir armed staves' in charge, their beavers? down,


My lord, we will do so. Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights. of steel,

(Exit West. And the loud trumpet blowing them together;

Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom, tells me, Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid That no conditions of our peace can stand. My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,

Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our 0, when the king did throw his warder4 down

peace His own life hung upon the staff he threw : Upon such large terms, and so absolute, Then threw he down himself; and all their lives, As our conditions shall consist upon, That, by indictment, and by dint of sword, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.

Morob. Ay, but our valuation shall be such, Wesl. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know That every slight and false-derived cause, not what:

Yea, every idle, nice," and wanton reason, The earl of Hereford was reputed then

Shall, to the king, taste of this action : In England the most valiant gentleman;

That, were our royal faiths'? martyrs in love, Who knows, on whom fortune would 'then have We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind, smil'd ?

That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, but, if your father had been vietor there,

And good from bad find no partition. He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry :

Arch. No, no, my lord ; Note this,-the king in For all the country, in a general voice,

weary (1) Lances. (2) Helmets.

(7) Understood. (8) Wonder. (9) Inventory, (3) The eye-holes of helmets. (4) Truncheon. (10) Proper limits of reverence. (5) Think too highly.

(6) Sight. (11) Trival. (12) The faith due to a king.

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