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Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear

II. of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. lo Richard's time,-What do you call the

SCENE 1.-Rochester.-- An Inn Yard. place ?-

Enter a CARRIER, with a Lantern in his A plague upon't !-it is in Glostershire ;

hand. 'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the kept ;

day, I'll be hanged : Charles' wain is over the His uncle York ;--where I first bow'd my knee Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,

new chimney, and yet our borse not packed.

What, ostler ! When yon and he came back from Raven

Ost. (Within.) Anon, anon. spurg. North. At Berkley castle.

i Car. I pry’thee Toin, beat Cut's + saddle,

put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is Hot. You say true :

wrung in the withers out of all cess. I Why, what a candy · deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me !

Enter another CARRIER. Look,-when his infant fortune came to

2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank $ here as age, And, gentle Harry Percy, and, kind cousin,

a dog, and that is the next way to give poor Obľ the devil take sach cozeners |--God forjades the bots : ! this bouse is turned upside give me

dowu, since Robin ostler died. Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.

1 Car. Poor fellow ; never joyed since the Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again ;

price of oats rose ; it was the death of him.

2 Car. I think this be the most villainois We'll stay your leisure

house in all London road for fleas ; I am stung Hot. I have done, i'faith.

like a tench. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri

I Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is soners. Deliver them up without their ransom straight,

ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit And make the Douglas' sou yonr only mean

than I have been since the first cock. For powers in Scotland ; which, for divers and then we leak in your chimney; and your

2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, reasong Which I shall send you written, be assur'd

chamber-lie breeds feas like a loach. •• Will easily be granted.-You, my lord,

1 Car. What, ostler ! come away and be (To NORTHUMBERLAND.

hanged, come away. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two Shall secretly into the bosoin creep.

razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing.

cross. of that same poble prelate, well belov'd, The archbishop:

1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier Hot. of York, is't not?

are quite starved.-Wbat, ostler ! A plague on Wor. True : who bears hard

theel hast thou never au eye in thy head ? His brother's death at Bristol the lord Scroop.

canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed I speak not this in estimation, +

as drink, to break the pate of thee, i am a very As what I think might be, but wbat I know

villain.- Come, and be hanged :--Hast no fai:h

iu thee? Is ruminated, plotted, and set down ; And only stays but to behold the face

Enter GADSHILL. or that occasion that shall bring it on.

Gads. Good


morrow, Hot. I smell it ; upon my life, it will do

What's well.

o'clock 3 North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still

1 Car. I think it be two o'clock. let'st slip.

Gads. I pr’ythee lend me thy lantern, to see Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble my gelding in the stable. plot:

1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick And then the power of Scotland, and of York,

worth two of that, i'faith. To join with Mortimer, ha?

Gads. I pr'ythee lend me thine.
Ú'or. And so they shall.

2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ?-Lend me thy Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

lantern, quoth a 3-marry, I'll see thee banged

first. Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, To save our heads by raising of a head : 1

Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean For, bear ourselves as even as we can,

to come to London ? The king will always think him in our debt,

2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a can. And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,

dle, I warrant thee.-Corne, neighbour Mugs, Till he hath found a time to pay us home.

we'll call up the gentlemen ; they will along And see, already, how he doth begin

with company, for they have great charge. To make us strangers to his looks of love.

(Exeunt CARRIERS. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on

Gads. What ho! chamberlain ! bim.

Cham. [Within.) At band, quoth pick-purse. tt Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in

Gads. That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth this,

the chamberlain : for thou variest no more from Than I by letters shall direct your course.

picking of purses, than giving direction doth When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,)

from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.
I'll steal to Glendower and lord Mortimer;

Where you and Douglas, and our powers at

Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It
(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,

holds carrent that I told you yesternight : There's

a franklin is in the wild of Kent, bath brought To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

three hundred marks with bim in gold: I heard

bim tell it to one of his company, last night at North. Farewell, good brother :

we shall thrive, I trust.

supper; a kind of auditor ; one that hath abunHot. Uncle, adieu :-Oh! let the hours be are up already, and call for eggs and butter :

dance of charge too, God knows what. They short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our

They will away presently. sport!

• The constellation Ursa major. (Exeunt. + Name of his horse. 1 Measure. 6 Wet. 1 Worms.

Spotted like a tench.

• A small fish supposed to breed fieas.
• Sugared
+ Conjecture.

*+ A proverb, from the pick-purse being always ! A body of forces.

11 Freeholder.



Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint, afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villaius Nicholas' clerks, * I'll give thee this ueck. know it well enough : A plague upon't, when

Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee, keep thieves cannot be true to one another ! They that for the hangman"; for I know thou worship'st whistle.) Whew 1-A plague upon you all I Give saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsetood me my borse, you rogues ; give me my horse, and niay.

be hanged. Gads. What talkest thod to me of the hang- P. Xen. Peace, ye fat-guts ! lie down: lay man? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows : thine ear close to the ground, and list if thos for if I hang, oid Sir John bangs with me; and can hear the tread of travellers. thou knowest he's no starveling. Tut! there are Fal. Have you any levers to lift me op agaiu, other Trojans that thou drea:nest not of; the being down ! 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own which, for sport sake, are content to do the pro- nesh so far afoot again, for all the coin iu thy fession some grace, that would, if matters should father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to be looked into, for their own credit sake, make colto me thus ? all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers, P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art pot colted, thon no long-staff, sixpenny strikers ; none of these art uncolted. mad, inustachio purple-hued malt-worms : but Fal. I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to with nobility and tranquillity ; burgomasters and my horse ; good king's son. great oneyers ; I such as can hold in ; such as P. Hen. Out, you rogue ! shall I be your will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner ostler ! than drink, and drink sooner than pray: And Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own beir-appayet I lie ; for they pray continually to their saint, rent garters! If I be ta’en, l'll peach for this. the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, An I have not ballads made on you all, and but prey on ber; for they ride up and down on sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my her, and make her their boots.

poison : When a jest is so forward, and afoot too, Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? -I hate it. will she hold out water in foul way? Gads. She will, she will ; justice bath li

Enter GADS HILL. quored her. || We steal us in a castle, cocksure ;

Gads. Stand. we have the re eipt of feru-seed, we walk invisi.

Fal. So I do, against my will, ble.

Poins. O 'tis our setter: I know his voice Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think you are more bebolden to the night than to fern-seed,

Enter BARDOLPH. for your walking invisible.

Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a Bard. What news ? share in our purchase, as I am a true män. Gads. Case ye, case ye ; on with your risors;

Chum. Nay, rather let me have it as you are a there's money of the king's coming down ibe false thief.

hill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer, Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all Fal. You lie, you rogue ; 'tis going to the

Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of king's tavern. the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave.

Gads. 'There's enough to make us all. (Exeunt. Fal. To be banged.

P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in

the narrow lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk SCENE II.-The Road by Gadshill.

lower: if they 'scape from your encounter, Enter Prince HENRY and POINs; BARDOLPH

then they light on us.

Peto. How many be there of them! and Poto, at some distance.

Gads. Some eight, or ten. Poins. Come, shelter, shelter ; I have re

Fal. 'Zounds I will they vot rob us ! ved Falstaff's horse, and hefrets like a

P. Hen. Wbat, a coward, Sir John Paunch gummed velvet.

Fal. Indeed, i am not John of Gagnt, yout P. Hen. Stand close.

grandfather ; but yet no coward, Hal.

P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof Enter FALSTAFF.

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands beblad

the hedge; when thou needest him, there tbou Fal. Poins ! Poins, and be banged ! Poins ! shalt find bim. Farewell, and stand fast.

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidueyed rascal ; What Fal. Now cannot I strike hiin, if I should be a brawling dost thou keep?

hanged. Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?

P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ! P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the Poins. Here, bard by ; stand close. bill; l'll go seek him.

(Ereunt P. HENRY and Poiss. (Pretends to seek Poins. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man he his Ful. I am accursed to rob in that thief's dole, say I ; every man to his business. company : the rascal bath removed my horse, and tied him I know not where. If I travel but four

Enter TRAVELLERS. foot by the squire further afoot, I shall break i Trav. Come, neighbour ; the boy shall lead my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair our horses down the bill : we'll walk afoot a death for all this, if I 'scape hanging for killing while, and ease oar legs. that rogue.

I have forsworn bis company hourly Thieves. Stand. any time this two-and-twenty years, and yet 1 Trav. Jesu bless us ! am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the Fal. Strike ; down with them ; cut the vilrascal bave not given me medicines to make me lains' throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars! ba. love him, I'll be banged ; it could not be else; con-fed knaves ! they hate us youth : down with I have drunk medicines.--Poins !--Hal-a plague them ; feece them. upon you both!--Bardolph !- Peto !--- I'll starve, 1 Trav. O we are undone, both we and our's, ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as for ever. good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; Are ye leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that undone ? No, ye fat chuffs ; I would your store

chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of were here ! On, bacons, op! What, ye knaves ! uneven ground, is threescore and teu miles young men must live : You are grand jurors are

ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. • Cant term for bighwaymen.

(Exeunt Falstaff, fc. Driving the + root pads. l'ublic accountants.


1 Oiled, soothed her over.

• Make a youngster of the


Re-enter Prince HENRY and Poins. A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true Tell me, sweet lord, wbat is't that takes from

thee men : Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep ! for a week, laughter for a month, and a good why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth ;

And start so often when thou sit'st alone ? fest for ever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in th,

cheeks ; Re-enter Thieves.

And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and to thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd welancholy? then to horse before day. An the prince and in thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd, Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : equity stirring; there's no more valour in that Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; Poins, than in a wild duck.

Cry, Courage !-to the field! And thou bast P. Hen. Your money.

talk'd (Rushing out upon them. of sallies and retires ; of trenches, tents, Poins. Villains.

of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets ; (As they are sharing, the Prince and of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;

POINs set upon them. Falstaff, after of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, a blow or two, and the rest, run away. And all the currents • of a heady fight. leaving their booty behind them.]

Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily and thus hath so bestir'd thee in the sleep, to horse :

That beads of sweat have stood upon thy The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with brow, fear

Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream : So strongly, that they dare not meet each other :/ And in thy face strange motions have ap Each takes bis fellow for an officer.


(breath Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, Such as we see when men restrani their And lards the lean earth as he walks along : On some great sudden haste. O what por Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.

tents are these ? Poins. How the rogue roar'd! (Exeunt. Some beavy business hath my lord in hand,

And I must know it, else he loves me not. SCENE III-Warkworth.-A Room in the Hot. What, hol is Gilliamns with the packet Castle.

gone i Erter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter.

Enter SERVANT. But, for mine own part, my lord, I Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. could be well contented to be there, in res. Hot. Hath Butler brought these horses from pect of the love I bear your house. He could the sheriff ? be contented,Why is be not then? In respect Serv. One borse, my lord, he brought even of the love be bears our house :-he shows in this

now. he loves his own barn better tban he loves our

Hot. What borse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not ? house. Let me see some more. The purpose

Serv. It is, my lord. you undertake is dangerous ;-Why, that's cer- Hot. That roan shall be my throne. tain; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to Well, I will back bim straight : 0 esperance ! + drink : but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. nettle, danger, we plack this flower, safety. The

(Erit SERVANT. purpose you undertake, is dangerous; the

Lady. But hear you, my lord. friends you have named, uncertain; the time Hot. Wbat say'st, my lady? it self unsorted ; and your whole plot too light,

Lady. What is it carries you away? for the counterpoise of so great an opposition.

Hot. My horse, ---Say you so, say you so ? I say unto you again, My love, my horse. you are a shallow cowardly bind, and you lie. Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape ! What a lack-brain is this? By the Lord, our A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends As you are toss'd with. In faith, irue and coustant : a good plot, good friends, and !!!! kuow your business, Harry, that I will. full of expectation : an excellent plot, very good I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this ? About his title : and hath sent for you, Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and to line 1 his enterprize; But if you go the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an

Hot. So far afoot, I sball be weary, love. I were now by this rascal, I could brain him Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself ? lord Edward Mortimer, Directly to this question that I ask. my lord of York, and Owen Glendower ? Is In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, there not, besides, the Douglas ? Have I not An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth

Hot. Away, of the next month ? and are they not, some of Away, you trifler !-Love ?—I love thee not, them, set forward already? What a

I care not for thee, Kate : this is no world,

pagan rascal is this ! an infidel! Ha! you shall see To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips : bow, in very sincerity of fear and cold beart,


must bave bloody noses, and crack'd will be to the king, and lay open all our pro

crowns, ceedings. 0 I could divide myself, and go to And pass them current too.-Gods me, my buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed

horse milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! What say'st thou, Kate ? what would'st thou have let him tell the king : We are prepared : I will

with me set lorward to-night.

Lady. Do you not love me? do you not in.

deed 3 Enter Lady PERCY.

Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, How now, Kate? I must leave you within 1 will not love myself.' Do you not love me i these two hours.

Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest or no. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus

Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride! alone 1

And when I an, o'borse-back, I will swear For what offence have I, this fortuight, been

• Occurrences. + Motto of the Percy family. • Fattens.

# Strengthen.



I love thee infinitely. But bark you, Kate ; Fran. Anon, auon, Sir.
I must not have you benceforth question me P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?
Whither I go, nor reason whereabout :

Fran. Let me see, --About Micbaelmas next I Whither I must, I must ; and, to conclude,

shall beThis evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. Poins. (Within.) Francis ! I know you wise ; but yet no further wise, Fran. Anon, Sir. - Pray yon, stay a li:tle Than Harry Percy's wife : constant you are ;

my lord. But yet a woman : and for secresy,

P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis : For the No lady closer ; for I well believe,

sugar thou gavest me, 'twas a pennyworth, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; was't not And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kale !

Fran. O lord, Sir! I would it båd been two. Lady. How! so far ?

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, pound; ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt Kate?

bave it. Whither I go, thither shall you go too ;

Poins. (Within.) Francis ! To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.

Fran. Auon, anon. Will this content you, Kate ?

P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but Lady. It must, of force.

(Exeunt. to-morrow, Francis ; or, Francis, on Thurs

day; or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, SCENE IV.-Eastcheap-A Room in the Francis, Bear's Head Tavern.

Fran. My lord ?

P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, Enter Prince HENRY and POINS.

crystal-buttou, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stockP. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee come out of that fat ing, caddis-garter, sinooth-tongue, Spanishroom, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. pouch, Poins. Where hast been, Hal ?

Fran. O lord, Sir, who do you mean? P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is amongst three or four score hogsheads. I bave your only drink; for, look you, Francis, your sounded the very base string of humility. Sir: white canvass doublet will sully : in Barbary, rah, I am sworn brother to a leash * of drawers; Sir, it cannot come to so mucb. and can tell them all by their Christian naines, Fran. What, Sir ? as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it al. Poins. (Within.) Francis ! ready upon their salvation, that though I be but P. Hen. Away, you rogue ; Dost thou not prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy ; bear them call ? and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like (Here they both call him; the Drawer stands Falstaff ; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a amazed, not knouing which way to go. good boy,-by the Lord, so they call me ; and when I am king of England, I shall command

Enter VINTNER. all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call drink- Vint, What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st ing deep, dying scarlet; and when you breathe such a calling? Look to the guests within. in your watering, they cry-hem ! and bid you Erit Fran.] My lord, old Sir John, with play it off. To conclude, I am so good a prof. half a dozen more, are at the door; Shall I let cient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink them in ! with any linker in his own language during iny P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much ho- open the door. (Erit VINTNER.) Poins! nour, that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned, -to sweeten which

Re-enter Poins. name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of Poins. Anon, anon, Sir. sngar, clapped even now in my band by an P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the under-skinker ;+ one that never spake other En- thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry? glish in his life, than-Eight shillings and sir- Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But pence, -- and -- You are welcome; with this bark ye; What cunning match bave you made shrill addition ;-Anon, anon, Sir! Score a with this jest of the drawer? come, what's the pint of bastard in the Half-moon, or so. issue ? But, Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have come, I pr'ythee do thou stand in some by- show'd themselves humours, since the old days room, wbile I question iny puny drawer, to of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this prewhat end he gave me the sugar ; and do thousent twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter never leave calling-Francis, that his tale to Francis with Wine.! What's o'clock, Francis ? me may be nothing but-anon. Step aside, and Fran. Anon, anon, Sir ? I'll show thee a precedent.

P. Hen. Tbat ever this fellow should have Poins. Francis !

fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a P. Hen. Thou art perfect.

woman !-His industry is-up-stairs, and downPoins. Francis !

[Exit Porns. stairs ; bis eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning.

I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of Enter FRANCIS.

the north; he that kills me some six or seven Fran. Anon, anon, Sir,-Look down into the dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes bis hands, Pomegranate, Ralph.

and says to his wife,-Fie upon this quiet life! P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.

I want work. Omy sweet Harry, says she, Fran. My lord.

how many hast thou killed to day! Gire my P. Hen. How long bast thou to serve, Fran-roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, cis ?

Some fourteen ; an hour after, a trifle, a Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to-trifte. I pr’ythee, call in Falstaff ; I'll play Poins. (Within.) Francis !

Percy, and that dainned brawn sball play dame Fran. Apon, anon, Sir.

Mortimer, his wife. Rivo, says the druukard. P: Hen. Five years ! by'rlady, a long lease Call in ribs, call in tallow. for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as to play ibe coward with Enter FalstafF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and thy indenture, and to show it a fair pair of

PETO. heels, and run from it?

Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou Fran. O lord, Sir! i'll be sworn upon all the been? books in England, I could find in my heart- Fal. A plague of all cowards, ! say, and a Poins. (l'ithin.] Francis !

vongeauce too ! marry, and amen! Give me a .Three. + Lapster

• A sweet wise.


cup of sack, boy.- Ere ! lead this life long, I'll afty upon poor old Jack, then I am no two legged sew netberstocks, ' and mend them, and foot creature. them too. A plague of all cowards I-Give me Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered a cup of sack, rogue.- Is there no virtue ex. j some of them. tant?

(He drinks. Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have P. Hen. Didst thou never see T'itan kiss a peppered two of them : two, I am sure, I have dish of butter ? pitiful bearted Titan, that melt paid ; two rognes in buckram suits. I iell thee ed at the sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, what, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, then behold that compound.

call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward ;Fal. You rogue, bere's lime in this sack too : here I lay, and thus ! bore my point. Four There is nothing but roguery to be found in vil rogues in buckram let drive at me. lainous man : Yet a coward is worse than a cup P. Hen. What, four thou said'st but two, of sack with lime in it; a villainous coward.-even now. Go thy ways, old Jack ; die when thou wilt, if Fal. Four, Hal ; I told thee four. manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. the face of the earth, then am I a shotten her. Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly ring. There live not three good men unbanged thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but in England ; and one of them is fat, and grows took all their seven points in my target, thus. old : God help the while ! a bad world, I say ; P. Hen, Seven ? why, there were but four I would I were a weaver ; ! could sing psalms even now. or any thing ; A plague of all cowards, I say Fal. In buckram. still.

Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits. P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter Fal. Seven by these hilts, or I am a villain

else. Fal. A king's son ! If I do not beat thee out of P. Hen. Pr'ythee, let him alone; we vaali thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all have more anon, thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese,

Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal ? I'll never wear hair on my face more. You P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. prince of Wales !

Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to, P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man ! These nine in buckram, that I told thee of,what's the matter !

P. Hen. So, two more already. Fal. Are you not a coward 1 answer me to Fal. Their points being broken,-that; and Poins there?

Poins. Down fell their hose. Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me Fal. Began to give me ground : But I fol. coward, l'll stab thie.

lowed me close, came in foot and hand ; and, Fal.' I call thee coward ! I'll see thee damned with a thought, seven of the eleven 1 paid. ere I call thee coward: but I wonld give a thou- P. Hen. O monstrous ! eleven buckram men sand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. grown out of two! You are straigbt enough in the shoulders, you Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three care not vbo sees your back : Call you that misbegotten knaves, in Kendal green, came backing of your friends ? A plague upon such at my back, and let drive at me ;-for it was backing! give me them that will face me.-Give so dark, Hal, that thou could'st not see thy me a cup of sack :- I am a rogue, if I drunk hand. to-day.

P. Hen. These lies are like the father that P. Hen. O villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpasince thou drunk'st last.

ble. Why, thou clay-brained guts ; thou knottyFal. All's one for that. A plague of all cow. pated fool; thou whoreson, obscene, greasy talards, still say I.

(He drinks. low-keech, P. Hen. Wbat's the matter 1

Fal. What, art thou mad ? art thou mad ? is Fal. What's the matter 1 there be four of us not the truth the truth? here have ta'en a thousand pound this inorn- P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these ing.

men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou P. Hen. Where is it, Jack ? where is it? could'st not see thy hand ? come, tell us your

Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a bun-reason ? Wbat sayest thou to this ? dred upon poor four of us.

Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reaP. Hen. What, a hundred, man?

son. Fal. I am a rogae, if I were not at balf. Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at sword with a dozen of them two hours together. the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I I have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a thrust through the doublet; four, through the reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plenty bosc; my buckler cut through and through ;) as blackberries, I would give no man a reasou my sword backed like a hand-saw, ecce signum. upon compulsion, I. I never dealt better since I was a inan; all P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin : would not do. A plague of all cowards 1--Let this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this them speak: if they speak more or less thau borse-back-breaker, this buge hill of fesh; -truth, they are villains, and the sons of dark- Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you ness.

dried neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stockP. Hen. Speak, Sirs; how was it?

fish,-0 for breath to utter what is like thee! Gads. We four set upon some dozen,

-you tailor's yard you bleath, you bow-case, Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

you vile standing tuck ;Gads. And bound them.

P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to it Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

again ; and when thou hast tired thyself in base Ful. You rogue, they were bound, every comparisons, hear me speak but this. man of them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Poins. Mark, Jack. Jew.

P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven you bound them, and were masters of their fresb men set upon us,

wealth ; (mark now, how plain a tale shall put Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come you down,) then did we two set on you four, in the other.

and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize, P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all ? and have it ; yea, and can show it you here in

Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but the house :--and, Falstaff, you carried your guts if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and of radish : if (bere were not two or three and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as

ever I heard a bull-calf, What a slave art thou, • Stockings.

to back thy sword as thou hast done, and then

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