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I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world,
Fran. Anon, anon, sir.-Look down into the
P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.
Fran. My lord. Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed ?
P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ? Well, do not then; for, since you love me not,
Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as toI will not love myself. Do you not love me?
Poins. (Within.) Francis ! Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no.
Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Aot. Come, wilt thou see me ride ?
P. Hen. Five years! by'r lady, a long lease for And when I am o'horseback, I will swear
the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy inI must not have you henceforth question me
denture, and to show it a fair pair of heels, and run •
from it? Whither I go, nor reason whereabout: Waither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
Fran. O lord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
books in England, I could find in my heart, I know you wise ; but yet no further wise,
Poins. (Within) Francis ! Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are ;
Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?
Fran. Let me see,-About Michaelmas next I
shall beThou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate !
Poins. Within.] Francis ! Lady. How! so far?
Fran. Anon, sir.–Pray you, stay a little, my lord. Hot. Not an inc further.
P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis : For the
But hark you, sugar thou gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, was't Kate;
not? Whither I go, thither shall you go too; To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
Fran. O lord, sir! I would it had been two.
P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound : Will this content you, Kate ?
ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it. Lady.
It must, of force.
Poins. (Within) Francis !
Fran. Ånon, anon. SCENE IV.-Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's
P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but toHead Tavern. Enter Prince Henry and Poins. morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; or,
indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat Fran. My lord ? room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. P. Hen. 'Wilt thou rob this leather-jerkin, crysPoins. Where hast been, Hal ?
tal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean? very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastardo is your brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them only drink: for, look you, Francis, your white canall by their Christian names, as—Tom, Dick, and vass doublet will sully; in Barbary, sir, it cannot Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, come to so much. that though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the Fran. What, sir ? king of courtesy; and tell me Natly I am no proud Poins. (Within.] Francis ! Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian,' a lad of P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear mettle, a good boy, by the Lord, so they call me; them call ? and when I am king of England, I shall command (Here they both call him ; the drawer stands all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call-drink
amazed, nol knowing which way to go.] ing deep, dying scarlet : and when you breathe in your watering, they cry-hem! and bid you play
Enter Vintner. it off.—To conclude, I am so good a proficient in Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any a calling ? Look to the guests within. [Ex. Fran.) tinker in his own language during my life. I tell My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen more, are thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou at the door ; Shall I let them in ? wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned P. Hen. Let them alone a while, and then open to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this the door. (Exit Vintner.] Poins ! pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand by an under-skinker;* one that never spake
Re-enter Poins. other English in his life, than-Eight shillings and Poins. Anon, anon, sir. sixpence, and– You are welcome; with this shrill P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the addition, -- Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bas- thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry ? tard in the Half-moon, or so. But, Ned, to drive Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark away the time till Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou ye: What cunning match have you made with this stand in some by-room, while I question my puny jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue ? drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; and P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have do thou never leave calling-Francis, that his tale show'd themselves humours, since the old days of to me may be nothing but-anon. Step aside, and goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present I'll show thee a precedent.
twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter Francis with Poins. Francis!
wine.) What's o'clock, Francis ? P. Hen. Thou art perfect.
Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Poins. Francis!
(Exit Poins. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer (1) Puppets (2) Three. (3) A wencher. (4) Tapster.
(5) A sweet wine.
words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman!- Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword His industry is-up-stairs, and down-stairs; his elo- with a dozen of them two hours together. I have quence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that the doublet; four, through the hose; my buckler kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a cut through and through; my sword hacked like a breakfast; washes his hands, and says to his wife,- hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.-0 my I was a man; all would not do. A plague of all sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed cowards !-Let them speak: if they speak more or lo-day ?--Give my roan horse a drench, says he ; less than truth, they are villains, and the sons of and answers, Sonie fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, darkness. a trijle. I pr’ythee, call in Falstaff; I'll play Percy, P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it? and that damned brawn shall play dame Mortimer, Gads. We four set upon some dozen,his wife. Rivo, says the drunkard. Call in ribs, Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord. call in tallow.
Gads. And bound them.
Peto. No, no, they were not bound. Enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Pelo. Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? of them: or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a ven
Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven geance too! inarry, and amen !--Give me a cup of fresh men set upon us,-sack, boy.- Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew
Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in nether-stocks,' and mend them, and fool them too. the other. A plague of all cowards !-Give me a cup of sack,
P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all ? rogue.- Is there no virtue extant ? (He drinks? Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I
P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of raof butter ? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the dish: if there were not two or three and fifty upon sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, then behold poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged creature. that compound.
Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered some Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too :
of them. There is nothing but roguery to be found in villa Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have nuus man: Yet a coward is worse than a cup of peppered two of them: two, I am sure, I have sack with lime in it; a villanous coward.-Go thy paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, whal, Hal, --if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the me horse. Thou knowest my old ward ;-here I earth, then am I a shotten herring. There live not lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in three good men unhanged in England; and one of buckram let drive at me, them is fat, and grows old : God help the while !
P. Hen. What, four ?' thou said'st but two, even a bad world, I say! I would I were a weaver; i now. could sing psalms, or any thing: A plague of all
Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four. cowards, I say still.
Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter you?
Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out or thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all all their seven points in my target, thus. thy subjects afore thee, like a flock of wild geese,
P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but sour, even I'll never wear hair on my face more. You prince of Wales !
Fal. In buckram. P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! what's
Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits. the matter?
Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to that;
P. Hen. Pry'thee, let him alone; we shall have and Poins there? Poins. Zounds, yet fat paunch, an ye call me
Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal ? coward, I'll stab thee.
P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere
Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These I call thee coward: but I would give a thousand nine men in buckram, that I told thee of,pound, I could run as fast as thou canst.,
P. Hen. So, two more already. straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who
Fal. Their points being broken,sees your back: Call you that backing of your
Poins. Down fell their hose. friends ? A plague upon such backing! give me
Fal. Began to give me ground: But I followed them that will face me.-Give me a cup of sack.- me close, came in foot and hand ; and, with a I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day.
thought, seven of the eleven I paid. P. Hen. o, villain! thy lips are scarce wiped P. Hen. O, monstrous ! eleven buckram men since thou drunk'st last.
grown out of two! Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cow
Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three mis ards, still sav I.
(He drinks. begotten knaves, in Kendal2 green, came at my P. Hen. What's the matter ?
back, and let drive at me ;-for it was so dark, Fal. What's the matter ? there be four of us Hal, that thou could'st not see thy hand. here have ta'en a thousand pound this morning.
P. Hen. These lies are like the father that beP. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it?
gets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hun- Why, thou clay-brained guts; thou knotty-pated dred upon four of us.
fool thou whoreson, obscene, greasy, tallow. P. Hen. What, a hundred, man ?
Fal. What, art thou mad ? art thou mad ? is not (1) Stockings.
the truth, the truth ? (2) A town in Westmoreland, famous for making cloth.
(3) A round lump of fat.
P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these P. Hen. Prythee, do, Jack. men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. (Exit. could'st not see thy hand ? come, tell us your reason; P. Hen. Now, sirs ; by'r lady, you fought sair ;What sayest thou to this?
so did you, Peto ;-so did you, Bardolph: you are Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not
Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at touch the true prince; no,-fie! the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came on compulsion ! If reasons were as plenty as black-Falstaff's sword so hacked ? berries, I would give no man a reason upon com Pelo. Why, he hacked it with his dagger ; and pulsion, I.
said, he would swear truth out of England but he P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin : this would make you believe it was done in fight; and sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-baek- persuaded us to do the like. breaker, this huge hill of flesh;
Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spearFal. 'Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you grass, to make them bleed; and then to beslubber dried neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you steck-lish, - our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood O, for breath to utter what is like thee !-you tai- of true men. I did that I did not this seven year lor's yard, you sheath, you buw-case, you vile before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. standing tuck ;-
P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack P. Hen. Well, breathe a while, and then to it eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the managain : and when thou hast tired thyself in base ner,' and ever since thou hast blushed extempore ; comparisons, hear me speak but this.
Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and ye! Poins. Mark, Jack.
thou ran'st away; What instinct hádst thou for it? P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four ; you Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do bound them, and were masters of their wealth. you behold these exhalations? Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down. P. Hen. I do. Then did we two set on you four : and, with a Bard. What think you they portend? word, oul-faced you from your prize, and have it; P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses." yea, and can show it you here in the house:-and, Bard. Choler, my lord, is rightly taken. Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly P. Hen. No, is rightly taken, halter. with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and
Re-enter Falstaff. still ran and roared, as ever I heard bull-call. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare bone. How hast done; and then say, it was in fight! What now, my sweet creature of bombast ?: How long trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? nów find out, to hide thee from this open and ap Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy years, parent shame?
Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick hast could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring : thou now?
plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that like a bladder. There's villanous news abroad: made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Was it for here was sir John Bracy from your father ; you me to kill the heir apparent ? Should I turn upon must to the court in the morning. That same mad the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as var fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that liant as Hercules : but beware instinct, the lion will
gave Amaimon* thé bastinado, and made Lucifer not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great mat- cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon ter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the the cross of a Welsh hook,-What, a plague, call better of myself and thee, during my life; 1, for a
you him ? valiant lion, and thou for a true prínce. 'But, by
Poins. 0, Glendower. the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. Fal. Owen, Owen; the same;-and his son-in Hostess, clap to the doors : watch to-night, pray law, Mortimer ; and old Northumberland; anu to-morrow.--Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs all the titles of good fellowship come to you ! o'horseback up a hill perpendicular. What, shall we be merry ? shall we have a play P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with extempore?
his pistol kills a sparrow flying. P. Hen. Content;--and the argument shall be, Fal. You have hit it. thy running away.
P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.
Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him Enter Hostess.
he will not run.
P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to Host. My lord the prince,
praise him so for running ? P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? what Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, afoot, he will say'st thou to me?
not budge a foot. Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. the court at door, would speak with you: he says, Fal. ! grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there he comes from your father.
too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy roval min, and send him back again to my mother. father's beard is turned white with the news; you Fal. What manner of man is he?
may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. Host. An old man.
P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ?-Shall I give him his answer ?
(4) A demon; who is described as one of the
four kings, who rule over all the demons in the (1) In the fact. (2) Drunkenness and poverty, world. (3) Bombast is the stuffing of clothes.
(5) Scotsmen in blue bonnets.
June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy lent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing, eye, and a inaidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundred. most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some
Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true ; it is liity, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore ; and now like, we shall have good trading that way:-But, I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harbeing heir apparent, could the world pick thee out ry, I sce virtue in his looks. If then the tree may three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower ? Ari peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Fallnou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill staff: 'him keep with, the rest banish. And tell at it?
thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith ; I lack some of thy thou been this month? instinct.
P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou Ful. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, stand for me, and I'll play my father. when thou comest to thy father : if thou love me, Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, practise an answer.
so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and ex- up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker,' or a poulter's amine me upon the particulars of my life. hare.
Fal. Shall I ? content:- This chair shall be my P. Hen. Well, here I am set. state,' this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my Fal. And here I stand :-judge, my masters.
P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you? P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy Fal. My noble lord, from Eastchcap. golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy pre P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are cious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown! grievous.
Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, I'll of thee, now shalt thou be moved.--Give me a cup tickle ye for a young prince, 'i'faith. of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy ? hencebe thought I have wept; for I must speak in pas- forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried sion, and I will do it in king Cambyses” vein. away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in P. Hen. Well, here is my leg.'
the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy Fal. And here is my speech :-Stand aside, no-companion. Why dost thou converse with that bility.
trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch® of beastliHost. This is excellent sport, i'faith.
ness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bomFul. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears bard of sack, that stuffed cloak bag of guts, that are vain.
roasted Manningtreelo ox with the pudding in his Host. O, the father, how he holds his counte- belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that nance !
father ruffian, that vanity in years ? Wherein is be Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful* good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat queen,
and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it ? For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. wherein cunning, but in crast? wherein crafty, but
Host. () rare! he doth it like as one of these in villany? wherein villanous, but in all things? harlotry players, as I ever see.
wherein worthy, but in nothing ? Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle Fal. I would, your grace would take me with brain.'-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou you;" Whom means your grace ? spendest thy time, but also how thou art accom P. Hen. That villanous, abominable misleader panied: for though the camomile, the more it is of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. irodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more Fal. My lord, the man I know. it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art P. Hen. I know, thou dost. my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than my own opinion; but chiefly, a villanous trick or in myself, were to say more than I know. That he thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, is old (the more the pity,) his white hairs do witthat doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, ness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a here lies the point ;-Why, being son to me, art whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and su. thou so pointed at ? Shall the blessed sun of heaven gar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove know, is damned: is to be fat he to be hated, then a thief, and take purses ? a question to be asked. Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : heard of, and it is known to many in our land by but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind' Jack Falstaff, the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therereport, doth defile ; so doth the company thou fore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstafl, keepest: for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in banish not him thy Harry's company; banish plump drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; Jack, and banish all the world. not in words only, but in woes also :- And yet P. Hen. I do, I will. (.A knocking heard. There is a virtuous man, whom I have often noied [Ereunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph, in thy company, but I know not his name.
Re-enter Bardolph, running. P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your majesty ?
Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpu
most monstrous watch, is at the door.
Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have
much to say in the beball of that Falstaff. (1) Chair of state. (2) A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570. (8) The machine which separates flour from bran, (3) Obeisancc. (4) Sorrowful.
(9) A leather black-jack to hold beer. 15) Name of a strong liquor. (6) A truant boy.ió) In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole. (7) A young rabbit.
7n1) Go no faster than I can follow,
Re-enter Hostess, hastily.
will be a march of twelve-score. The money Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord !
shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fid- me betimes in the morning ; and so good morrow, dle-stick : What's the matter?
Poins. Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the
Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. (Exeunt. door : they are come to search the house : Shall I let them in ? Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true
ACT III. piece of gold, a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, without seeming so.
SCENE I.-Bangor. A room in the archdeacon's P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without house. Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, instinct.
and Glendower. Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, so ; if not, let him enter: if I become not Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, a cart as well as another man, a plague on my And our inductionfull of prosperous hope. liringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled
Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,with a halter, as another.
Will you sit down ?P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras ;'--the And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it! rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true I have forgot the map. face, and good conscience.
No, here it is. Ful. Both which I have had : but their date is Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur: out, and therefore, I'll hide me.
For by that name as oft as Lancaster (Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale ; and with P. Hen. Call in the sheriff.
A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.
Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.
Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Why, so it would have done A gross fat man.
At the same season, if your mother's cat had
But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here ; Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
born. And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
If you suppose, as fearing you it shook. Send him to answer thee, or any man,
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth For any thing he shall be charg'd withal:
did tremble. And so let me entreat you leave the house.
Hot. 0, then the earth shook to see the heavens Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen
on fire, Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. And not in fear of your nativity. P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth men,
In strange eruptions: of the teeming earth He shall be answerable ; and so, farewell. Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd Sher. Good night, my noble lord.
By the imprisoning of unruly wind P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; is it not? Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples: down
(Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, Paul's.2 Go, call him forth.
In passion shook. Poins. Falstaff!—fast asleep behind the arras, Glend.
Cousin, of many men and snorting like a horse.
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : To tell you once again,--that at my birth, Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes; ou found ?
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them. These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.
And all the courses of my life do show, I'em, Sauce, 4d.
I am not in the roll of common men. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 80.
Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Item, Bread, a halfpenny.
Wales, P.'Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpenny worth Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! –What And bring him out, that is but woman's son, there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more ad- Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, vantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the And hold me pace in deep experiments. court in the morning : we must all to the wars, and Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better 'hy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat Welsh rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death
(4) Lights set crossways upon beacons, and also Tapestry. (2) St. Paul's cathedral. upon poles, which were used in processions, &c.