(for recreation-sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap. P. Hen. Farewell, thou (6) latter spring! farewell, Allhallown summer! [Exit Falstaff. Poin. Now, my good sweet honey-lord, ride with us tomorrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, (7) and Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have already waylaid; yourself and I will not be there; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my shoulders. P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in setting forth? Poin. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them. P. Hen. Ay, but 'tis like that they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. Poin. Tut! our horses they shall not see,-I'll tie them in the wood; our visards we will change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments. P. Hen. But I doubt they will be too hard for us. Poin. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as truebred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this lies the jest. P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night (8) in Eastcheap; there I'll sup. Farewell. Poin. Farewell, my lord. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : [Exit. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, By how much better than my word I am, [Exit. SCENE III. The same. Another room in the palace. Enter King HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and others. K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these indignities, And you have found me; for accordingly You tread upon my patience: but be sure I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition; Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, And therefore lost that title of respect Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud. Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves The scourge of greatness to be used on it; And that same greatness too which our own hands North. My lord, K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye: O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, The moody frontier of a servant brow. You have good leave to leave us: when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. [Exit Worcester. [To North. You were about to speak. North. Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not;--for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds,-God save the mark! And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, No, on the barren mountains let him starve; Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, He did confound the best part of an hour Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Receive so many, and all willingly: K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him; He never did encounter with Glendower: I tell thee, He durst as well have met the devil alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not asham'd? But, sirrah, henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer: [Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them:-I will after straight, |