Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom: Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, Enter EXTON, with persons bearing a coffin. The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. 80 Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Upon my head and all this famous land. Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed. Boling. They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: 40 50 [Exeunt. SCENE I. London. The palace. Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL No more the thirsty entrance of this soil 10 Did lately meet in the intestine shock Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engaged to fight, Forthwith a power of English shall we fevy; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields But this our purpose now is twelve month old, West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, By those Welshwomen done as may not be Without much shame retold or spoken of. King. It seems then that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land. West. This match'd with other did, my gracious lord; For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the north and thus it did import: Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; And shape of likelihood, the news was told; 20 30 40 50 For he that brought them, in the very heat King. Here is a dear, a true industrious friend, Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol, And is not this an honourable spoil? A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not? West. In faith, It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. 60 · 70 King. Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin In envy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a son, A son who is the theme of honour's tongue; But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz, To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife. West. This is his uncle's teaching: this is Worcester, Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up King. But I have sent for him to anwer this; Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we 80 90 103 For more is to be said and to be done Than out of anger can be uttered. West. I will, my liege. [Exeunt. SCENE II. London. An apartment of the Prince's. Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF. Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? Prince. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. What a devilhast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day. Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not by Phoebus, he, that wandering knight so fair.' And, I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God save thy grace,-majesty I should say, for grace thou wilt have none, Prince. What, none? 20 Fal. No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. Prince. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night's body be called thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon; and let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal. Prince. Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing Lay by" and spent with crying "Bring in:" now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows, Fal. By the Lord, thou sayest true, 'ad. hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? And is not my |