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Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shal-As might hold sortances 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 fortunes, inen both: I thank you: I must a dozen mile to- To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers, night.-Bardolph, give the soldiers coats. That your attempts may overlive the hazard,

Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper And fearful meeting of their opposite. your affairs, and send us peace! As you return, Mowb. Tous do ihe hopes we have in him toucb visit my house ; let our old acquaintance be re

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

Enter a Messenger. Shul. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you

Hast. well. (Ereunt Shallow and Silence.

Now, what news?

Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, Fal. Fare you welì, gentle gentlemen. On, Bar

In goodly form comes on the enemy: dolph ; lead the men away. (Exeunt Bardolph, Recruits, fc.) As I return, I will fetch off these And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number, justices : I'do see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Lord, lord, how subject we old men are to this

Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them

out, ce of it! This same starved justice hath done Let us sway on, and face them in the field. moihin, 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' leader fronts us the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remem

here? ber him at Clement's-Inn, like a man made aller Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland. supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he West. Health and fair greeting 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 with a knife: he

Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in was so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick

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

Then, my lord, called hiin-mandrake: he came ever in the rear- Unto your grace do I in chief address ward of the fashion; and sung those tunes to the The substance of my speech. If that rebellion over-scutched huswives that he heard the carmen Came like itself, in base and abject routs, 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 dagger be- And countenanc d'by boys, and beggary; come a squire; and talks as familiarly of John of 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 bursta his head, for crowd. Had not been here, to dress the ugly form ing among the mirshal's men. I saw it; and told Of base and bloody insurrection John of Gaunt, he beat his own name : 6 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-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a man- Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touchd; sion for him, a court; and now has he land and Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutorid; beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, if Whose white investments figure 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 stones to me: 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.

[E.cit. 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
ACT IV.

stands, SCENE 1.A forest in Yorkshire. Enter the Briefly to this end :-We are all diseas'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 call'd ?

Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. Hlast. '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, verers forth,

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

But, rather, show a while like fearful war, Hilsl. We have sent forth already.

To diet 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 we Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus:

suffer, Here doth he wish his person, with such powers And find our griess 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 accoutred. 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 :

Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on, And have the summary of all our griefs,

And bless'd, and grac'd indeed, more than the king. When time shall serve, to show in articles; But this is mere digression from my purpose.Which, lung 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 griefs; 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 are denied access unto his person,

It shall appear that your demands are just, Even by those men 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 put us in these ill-beseeming 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 West. When ever yet was your appeal denied ? To give admittance to a thought of fear. Wherein have you been galled by the king ?

Our batile 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 liearis should be as good :And consecrate commotion's bitter edge ? Say you not then, our offer is compellid.

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. Ťhere is no need of any such redress; A rotten case abides no handling. Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.

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

To hear, and absolutely to de!ermine 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 : Cpon 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 indced, -it is the time, For this contains our general grievances : And not the king, that doth you injuries.

Each several article herein redress’d; Yet, 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 banksagain,

Mob. What thing, in honour, had my father lost, And knit 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:

Jords, Was, force perforce, compellid to banish him : And then, when Harry Bolingbroke, and he,- And either end in peace, which heaven ) 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. Their armed staves' in charge, their beaversa down,

Arch.

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

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

Morb. 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 wardera 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.

Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such, West. 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 ihe king, taste of this action : In England the most valiant gentleman ;

That, were our royal faiths12 martyrs in love, Who knows, on whom fortune would 'then have We shall be winnow'd with so rouch a wind, smil'd ?

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

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

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

weary (1) Lances. (2) Helmets.

(7) Understood. (8) Wonder. (9) Inventory. (8) The eye-holes or helmets. (4) Truncheon. (10) Proper limits of reverence. 15) Think too highly.

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

or dainty and such picking' grievances :

In deeds dishonourable ? You have taken up,
For he hath found, -to end one doubt by death, Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
Revives two greater in the heirs of life. The subjects of his substitute, my father ;
And therefore will he wipe his tables clean; And, boih against the peace of heaven and him,
And keep no tell-tale to his memory,

Have here up-swarı'd them.
That may repeat and history his loss

Arch.

Good my lord of Lancaster, To new remembrance : For full well he knows, I am not here against your father's peace: He cannot so precisely weed this land,

Bul, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
As his misdoubts present occasion :

The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
His foes are so enrooted with his friends, Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form,
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,

To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.

The parcels and particulars of our grief; So that this land, like an offensive wife,

The which hath been with scorn shor'd from the That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes ;

court, As he is striking, holds his infant up,

Whereon this Hydra son of war is born :
And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
That was upreard to execution.

With grant of our most just and right desires;
Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods And true obedience of this madness cur'd,
On late offenders, that he now doth lack Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
The very instruments of chastisement:

Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes So that his power, like to a sangless lion,

To the last man. May offer, but not hold.

Hast. And though we here fall down : Arch. 'Tis very true

We have supplies to second our attempt ; And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, If they miscarry, theirs shall second them: If we do now make our atonement well,

And so, success of mischief shall be born; Our peace will, like a broken limb united, And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Grow stronger for the breaking.

Whiles England shall have generation. Mowb.

Be it so.

P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.

too shallow,

To sound the bottom of the after-times.
Re-enter Westmoreland.

West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them W'est. The prince is here at hand : Pleaseth your directly, lordship,

How far forth you do like their articles ? To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies ? P. John. I like them all, and do allow them Mowb. Your grace of York, in god's name then

well : set forward.

And swear here by the honour of my blood, Arch. Before, and greet his grace :-my My father's purposes have been mistook;

[Exeunt. And some about him have too lavishly

Wrested his meaning, and authority:SCENE II.-Another part of the forest. Enter My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;

from one side, Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hast. Upon my soul, they shall. If this may plcase you, ings, and others; froin the other side, Prince Discharge your powers unto their several coure John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, officers, and

ties, attendants.

As we will ours: and here, between the armies, P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my That all their eyes may bear those tokens home,

Let's drink together friendly, and embrace ; cousin Mowbray :Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;

of our restored love, and amity. And so to you, lord Hastings,-and to all.

Arch. I take your princely word for these reMy lord of York, it better show'd with you,

dresses. When that your flock, assembled by the bell,

P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my Encircled you, to hear with reverence

word : Your exposition on the holy text;

And thereupon I drink unto your grace. Than now to see you here an iron man,'

Hast. Go, captain, [To an officer.) and deliver Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Turning the word to sword, and life to death. This news of peace; let them have pay, and part; That man, that sits within a monarch's heart,

I know, it will well please them: Hie thee, cap

tain. And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,

(Erit Officer. Would he abuse the countenance of the king,

Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. Alack, what inischiefs might he set abroach,

West. I pledge your grace: And, if you knew In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,

what pains It is even so :-Who hath not heard it spoken,

I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, How deep you were within the books of God ?

You would drink freely: but my love to you To us, the speaker in his parliament;

Shall show itself more openly hereafter. To us, the imagin’d voice of God himself;

Arch. I do not doubt you.

West, The very opener, and intelligencer,

I am glad of it.Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,

Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray. And our dull workings :: 0, who shall believe,

Mowb. You wish me health in very happy sa But you misuse the reverence of your place;

son; Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,

For I am, on the sudden, something ill. As a false favourite doth his prince's name,

Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry;

But heaviness foreruns the good event. (1) Piddling, insignificant. (2) Book for memorandums.

(5) Raised in arms. (6) Succession (3) Clad in armour. (4) Labours of thought. I (7) Approve.

(8) Forces.

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West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden Cole. Are not you sir John Falstaff?

Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er 1 am. Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes to- Do ye yield, sir ? or shall I sweat for you? If I do morrow.

sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. for thy death: therefore rose up fear and tremMowb. So much the worse, if your own rule bebling, and do observance to my mercy: true.

[Shouls within. Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark, that thought, yield me. how they shout!

Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this Morob. This had been cheerful, after victory. belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks

Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; any other word but my name. An I had but a For then both parties nobly are subdued, belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most And neither party loser.

active fellow in Europe : My womb, my womb, P. John.

Go, my lord, my womb, andoes me.—Here comes our general. And, let our army be discharged 100.(Exit Westmoreland. Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland,

and others. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains' March by us; that we may peruse the men P. John. The heat is past, follow no further We should have cop'd withal. Arch.

Go, good lord Hastings, Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

[Exit West. [Exit Hastings. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night When every thing is ended, then you come: together.

These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,

One time or other break some gallows' back. Re-enter Westmoreland.

Fa!. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still ? thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was West. The leaders, having charge from you to the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, stand,

an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old Will not go off until they hear you speak. motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded P. John. They know their duties.

hither with the very extremest inch of possibility Re-enter Hastings.

I have foundered nine-score and odd posts: and

here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already: immaculate valour, taken sir John Colevile of the Like youthful steers2 unyok’d, they take their dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy:

But what of that? he saw me, and yielded ; that East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Each hurries toward his horne, and sporting-place. Rome, -- I came, saw, and overcame. West, Good tidings, my lord Hastings ; for the P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your which

deserving: I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason :

Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield And you, lord archbishop,--and you, lord Mowbray, him: and I beseech your grace, let it be booked of capital treason I attach you both,

with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, Moiob. Is this proceeding just and honourable ? I will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine West. Is your assembly so ?

own picture on the top of it, Colevile kissing my Arch. Will you thus break your faith? foot: To the which course if' I be enforced, if you P. John.

I pawn’d thee none : do not all show like gilt two-pences to me; and I, I promis'd you redress of these same grievances, in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you as much as Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, the full moon doth the cinders of the element, I will perform with a most Christian care. which show like pins' heads to her ; believe not the But, for you, rebels,-look to taste the due word of the noble: therefore let me bave right, Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours. and let desert mount. Most shallowly did you these arms commence, P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount. Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.- Fal. Let it shine then. Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray; P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. Heaven, and not we, hath sately fought to-day.-- Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that Some guard these traitors to the block of death; may do me good, and call it what you will. Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. P. John. Is thy name Colevile ? [Ereunt. Cole.

It is, my lord. SCENE III.- Another part of the Forest.

P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.

Fal. And a famous true subject took him.
Alarums : Excursions. Enter Falstaff and Cole-
vile, meeting.

Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are,

That led me hither: had they been ruled by me, Fal. What's your name, sir ? of what condition You should have won them dearer than you have. are you ; and of what place, I pray ?

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves : but Cole. 'I am a knight, sir ; and my name is—thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and Colevile of the dale.

I thank thee for thee. Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is your degree; and your place, the dale: Cole

Re-enler Westmoreland. vile shall still be your name ;-a traitor your de- P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ? gree; and the dungeon your place,-a place deep West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. enough; so shall you still be Colevile of the dale. P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates, (1) Each army, (2) Young bullocks.

(3) Foolishly.

(4) Cæsar.

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SCENE IV.-Westminster. A room in the Blunt, lead him bence; and see you guard him sure. palace, Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince

(Ereunt some with Clevile. Humphrey, Warwick, and others. And now despatch we toward the court, my K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give suc. lords ;

cessful end I hear, the king my father is sore sick:

To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, Our news shall go before us to his majesty,- We will our youth lead on to higher fields, Which, cousin, you shall bear, to comfort him ;

And draw no swords but what are sanctified. And we with suber speed will follow you. Our navy is address'd, our power collected,

Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to Our substitutes in absence well invested,
go through Glostershire: and, when you come to And every thing lies level to our wish:
court, stand my good lord, ' 'pray, in your good Only, we want a little personal strength;
report,
P.John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I in my con- Come underneath the yoke of government.

And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,
dition,

War. Both which, we doubt not but your Shall better speak of you than you deserve. (Exit.

majesty Fal. I would you had but the wit ; 'were bet- Shall soon enjoy. ter than your dukedom.-Good faith, this same K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a Where is the prince your brother ? man cannot make him laugh;-but that's no mar- P. Humph. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, vel, he drinks no wine. There's never any of these

at Windsor. demure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth K. Hen. And how accompanied ? so over-cool their blood, and making many tish- P. Humph.

I do not know, my lord. meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sick- K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Claness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches:

rence, with him ? they are generally fools and cowards ;-which

P. Humph. No, my good lord; be is in presence some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A

here. good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it: Cla. What would my lord and father ? ii ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all

K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which en

Clarence. veron it: makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, How chance, thou art not with the prince thy full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which brother? delivered o'er to the voice, (the tongue,) which is He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second pro- Thou hast a better place in his affection, perty of your excellent sherris is, „the warming of Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy; the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the And noble offices thou may'st effect liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusilla- of mediation, after I am dead, nimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, Between his greatness and thy' other brethren :and makes it course from the inwards to the parts Therefore, omit him not ; blunt not his love : extreme. It illumineth the face; which, as a bea- Nor lose the good advantage of his grace, con, gives warning to all the rest of this little king. By seeming cold, or careless of his will. dom, man, to arm : and then the vital commoners, For he is gracious, if he be observ'd ;' and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their cap- He hath a tear for pity, and a hand tain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with Open as day for melting charity: this' retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; valour comes of sherris : So that skill in the wea- As humorous as winter, and as sudden pon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a- As Naws concealed in the spring of day. work: and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd: a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is When you perceive his blood inclin’d to mirth : valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit But, being moody, give him line and scope; of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excel-Confound themselves with working. Learn this, lent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of Thomas, fertile sherris, that he is become very hot, and va- And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends; liant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in ; principle I would teach them, should be,--to for- That the united vessels of their blood, swear' thin potations, and addict themselves to Mingled with venom of suggestion, sack.

(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,) Enter Bardolph.

Shall never leak, though it do work as strong

As aconitum, or rash gunpowder. How now, Bardolph ?

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone.

K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and Thomas ? there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire :

Cla. Ye is not there to-day; he dines in London. I have him already tempering between my finger K. Hen. And how accompanied ? canst thou and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him.”

tell that? Come away

(Exeunt.

Cla. With Poins, and other his continual fol

lowers. (1) Stand my good friend.

K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; (2) In my present temper. (3) Inventive. (4) Brings it into action.

(6) Ready, prepared. (5) An allusion to the old use of sealing with (7) Has an attention shown him. son wax.

(8) Wolf's-bane, a poisonous herb.

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