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and not by Phoebus,- be, that wandering knighi Came from the north, and thus it did import. so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when ther's

I Oo Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotsper there,

art king, -as,

God save thy grace, (majesty, I should Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,

say; for grace thou wilt have none,)"That ever-valiant and approved Scot,

P. Hen. What! pone?
At Holmedon met,

Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve
Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; to be prologue to an egg and butter.
As by discharge of their artillery,

P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, roundly.
And shape of likelihood, the news was told;

Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, For he, that brought them, in the very heat let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be And pride of their contention did take horse, called thieves of the day's beauty; let us be-Diana's Uncertain of the issue any way.

foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious friend, moon : And let men say, we be men of good govern-
Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, ment; being governed as the sea is, by our noble and
Staip'd with the variation of each soil

chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance
Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; westeal.
And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too :
The earl of Douglas is discomfited;

for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, doth Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty knights, ebb and flow like the sea ; being governed as the sea Balk'd in their own blood, did sir Walter see is, by the moon. As, for prool, now : A purse of 0. Holmedon's plains : Of prisoners, Hotspur took gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night, and Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son

most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with To beaten Douglas ; and the earls of Athol,

swearing—lay by; and spent with crying-bring in : Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.

now, in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and, And is not this an honourable spoil ?

by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not?

gallows. West. In faith,

Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

not my hostess of the tavern a nost sweet wench? K. Hen.' Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of mak'et me sin

the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet Jo envy, that my lord Northumberland

robe of durance ? Should be the father of so blest a son :

Fal. How pow, how now, mad wag? what, in thy
A son, who is the theme of honour's tungue; quips, and thy quiddities ? what a plague have I to
Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; do with a buff' jerkin?
Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride : P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my
Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,

hostess of the tavern? See riot and dishonour staip the brow

Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd,

many a time and oft. That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd

P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? In cradle-clothes our children, where they lay, Fal. No: I'll give thee thy due, thou hast all And callid mine-Percy, his-Plantagenet!

there. Then would I have his Harry, and he mine,

P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin But let him from my thoughts :- What think you, would stretch ; and, where it would not, I have used coz,

my credit. Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners,

Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not bere apWhich he in this adventure hath surpris'd,

parent that thou art heir apparent --But, I pr’ythee, To his own use he keeps; and sends ine word, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in EngI shall bave nope but Mordake earl of Fife.

land when thou art king ? and resolution thus fobbed West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor- as it is, with the rusty curb of old father antic the cester,

law ? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thier. Malevolent to you in all aspects;

P. Hen. No; thou shalt.
Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a
The crest of youth against your dignity.

brave judge.
K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this : P. Hen. Thou judgest false already ; I mean, thou
And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become
Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

a rare hangman. Cuusin, on Wednesday next our council we

Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords :

with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I But come yourself with speed to us again;

can tell you. For more is to be said, and to be done,

P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ?. Than out of anger can be uttered.

Fal. Yea, for obtaiving of suits : whereof the West. I will, my liege.

(Exeunt. | hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as Scenr II.-The same. Another Room in the

melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear. Palace.

P. Hen. Or an old lion ; or a lover's lute.

Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and FALSTAFF. P. Hen. What say'st thou to a hare, or the meFal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ? lancholy of Moor-ditch ?

P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes ; and
old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliést,--
sleeping apon benches after noon, that thou hast sweet young prince,--But, Hal, I pr’ythee, trouble
forgotten to demand that truly, which thou wouldst me no more with vanity. I would to God, thou aud
truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the I knew where a commodity of good names were to
time of the day ? unless hours were cups of sack, be bought : An old lord of the council rated me the
and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, other day in the street about you, sir ; but I marked
and dials the signs of leaping houses, and the bless- him not: and yet he talked very wisely; but I re-
ed som himself a fair hot wench in flame-colour'd garded him not: and yet he talked wisely, and in
taffeta ; I see no reason why thou shonldst be so the street too.
superfluons to demnand the time of the day.

P. Hen. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries out
Fal. Indeed, you cone near me, now, Hal: for in the streets, and no man regards it.
We, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration; and art, in-

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deed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast dope mich Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after tarm upon me. Hal, God forgive thee for it! Be them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein fore I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they ad am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than venture upon

the exploit themselves : which they one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon will give it over ; by the Lord, an I do not, I am a them. villain ; I'll be damned for never a king's son in P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know us, Christendom.

by our horses, by our habits, and by every other P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, appointment, to be ourselves. Jack?

Poins. Tat! our horses they shall not see, I'll Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one ; an I do tie them in the wood; our visors we will change aftes Dot, call me villain, and baffle me.

we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of backramar P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; for the nonce, to immask our poted outward garfrom praying, to purse-taking.

ments.

P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us. Enter Poins, at a distance,

Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be Fal. Why, Hal, 'lis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for sin for a map to labour in his vocation. Poins ! - the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'l! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the 0, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will hell were hot enough for him? This is the most tell us, when we meet at supper : how thirty, at omnipotent villain, that ever cried, Stand, to a true least, he fought with ; what wards, what blows, what P. Hen. Good-morrow, Ned.

(man. extremities he endured; and, in the reproof of this, Poins. Good-morrow, sweet Hal.-What says lies the jest. monsieur Remorse? What says sir John Sack-and- P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all Sagar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about things necessary, and meet me tomorrow night in thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good Friday last, Eastcheap, there I'll snp. Farewell. for a cap of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg?

Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit Poins. P. Hent. Sir John stands to his word, the devil P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold shall have his bargain; for be was never yet a break- The unyok'd humour of your idleness: Er proverbs, he will give the devil his due. Yet herein will I imitate the sun;

Poins. The art thou damped for keeping thy Who doth permit the base contagious clouds word with the devil.

(the devil. To smother up his beauty from the world, P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening That, when he please again to be himself,

Pains. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, Being wanted, he may be more wouder'd at, by foar o'clock, early at Gadshill: There are pil. By breaking through the foul and ugly mists grims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. traders riding to London with fat purses : I have If all the year were playing holydays, visors for you all, you have horses for yourselves; To sport would be as tedious as to work ; Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester; I have bespoke But when they seldom come, they wish’d-for come supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap; we may do it And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. as secure as sleep: If you will go, I will stuff your So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, parses fall of crowns ; if you will not, tarry at bome, And pay the debt I never promised, and be hanged.

By how much better than my word I am, Fal. Hear me, Yedward, if I tarry at home, and By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; go not, I'll hang you for going.

And, like brigbt metal op a sallen ground, Poins. You will, chaps ?

My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one?

Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my Than that, which hath no fuil to set it off. faith.

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good | Redeeming time, when men think least I will. (Exit. fellowship in tbee, nor thou camest not of the blood roşal, if thon darest not stand for ten shillings. SCENE III.— The same. Another Room in the P. Hen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a

Palace. Pal. Why, that's well said.

(mad-cap. Enter King HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORP. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when

CESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and

others. thou art king. P. Hen. I care not.

K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temPoins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince and

perate, Ese alone ; I will lay him down such reasons for this Unapt to stir at these indignities, adventore, that he shall go.

And you have found me; for, accordingly, Fal Well, may'st thou have the spirit of persua. You tread upon my patience; but, be sure, sion, and he the ears of profiting, that what thoa I will from henceforth rather he myself, speakest may move, and what be hears may be be- Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition ; beved, that the true prince may (for recreation sake,) Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young dowi), prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time And therefore lost that title of respect, want countenance. Farewell : You shali find me Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the prond. in Bastcheap

Wor. Our house, my sovereigu liege, little de. P. Her. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell All-ballows suinmer!

(Exit Falstaff. The scourge of greatness to be used on it; Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride And that same greatness too, which our own hands with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I Have holp to make so portly. canot manage alone. Falstatt, Bardolph, Peto, and North. My lord,

(danger Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have already K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see way-laíd ; yourself, and I, will not be there : and And disobedience in thine eye : 0 sir, when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob Your presence is too bold and peremptory, them, cat this head from my shoulders.

And majesty might never yet endare P. Her. But how shall we part with them in set- The moody frontier of a servant brow. tog forto!

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Your use and counsel, we shall send for yon.- When on the gentle Severu's sedgy bank,

(Exit Worcester. In single opposition, hand to hand, Yon were about to speak.

(To North.) He did confound the best part of an hour North.

Yea, my good lord. In changing hardiment with great Glendower: Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Three times they breatb’d, and three times did they Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,

drink, Were, as he says, not with such strength denied, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; As is deliver'd in your majesty :

Who, then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Either envy, therefore, or misprision

Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.

And hid bis crisp head in the hollow bank, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.

Blood-stained with these valiant combatauts.
But, I remember, when the fight was done,

Never did bare and rotten policy
When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Breathless and faint, leading upon my sword, Nor never could the noble Mortimer
Came there a certain lord, peat, trimly dress'd, Receive so many, and all willingly:
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home :

K. Hen. Thon dost belie him, Percy, thoa dost
He was perfumed like a milliner;

belie him, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He never did encounter with Glendower; A pouucet-box, which ever and anon

I tell thee, He gave bis nose, and took 't away again ;

He durst as well have met the devil alone,
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Took'it in snuff:-and still he smil'd, and talk'd; Art not asham'd ? But, sirrah, benceforth
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,

Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :
He call'd them—untaught knaves, unmannerly, Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse

Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland, With many holyday and lady terms

We license your departure with your son He question'd me; among the rest, demanded Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.

(Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Truin. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, To be so pester'd with a popinjay,

I will not send them :-I will after straight, Out of my grief and my impatience,

And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
Answer'd negligently, I know not what ;

Although it be with hazard of my head.
He should, or should not;—for he made me mad, North. What, drunk with choler ? stay, and
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,

pause awhile; And talk so like a waiting-gentle woman,

Here comes your uncle. Of guns, and druins, and wounds, (God save the mark!)

Re-enter WORCESTER. And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth

Hot.

Speak of Mortimer! Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ;

Zounds, I will speak of him ; and let my soul And that it was great pity, so it was,

Want mercy, if I do not join with him : That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd

Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
Ont of the bowels of the harmless earth,

And shed my dear blood drop by drop i the dust,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, As high i'the air as this unthankful king,
He would bimself have been a soldier.

As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
This bald disjointed chat of bis, my lord,

North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew I answer'd indirectly, as I said;

mad.

(To Worcester.) And, I beseech you, let not his report

Wor. Who struck this heat op after I was gone ? Come current for an accusation,

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

And when I urg'd the ransome once again
Blunt. T'he circumstance consider’d, good my lord, of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale ;
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,

And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
To such a person, and in such a place,

Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. At such a time, with all the rest re-told,

Wor. I oannot blame bim: Was he not proMay reasonably die, and never rise

claim'd, To do him wrong, or any way impeach

By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood ?
What then he said, so he unsay it now.

North. He was; I heard the proclamation :
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; And then it was, when the uphappy king
But with proviso, and exception, -

(Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth
That we, at our own charge, shall ransome straight Upon his Irish expedition ;
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;

From whence be, intercepted, did return Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd

To be depos’d, and shortly, murder'd. The lives of those, that he did lead to fight

Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's Against the great magician, damu'd Glendower;

wide mouth Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. llath lately married. Sball our coffers then

Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did king Richard then Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?

Proclaim my

brother Edmund Mortimer Shall we buy treason ? and indent with fears, Heir to the crown? When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? North.

He did; myself did hear it. No, on the barren mountains let him starve;

Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
For I shall never hold that man my friend,

That wish'd bim on the barren mountains starv'd.
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost But shall it be, that you,- that set the crown
To ransome home revolted Mortimer!

Upon the head of this forgetful man:
Hot. Revolted Mortimer!

And for his sake, wear the detested blot
He dever did fall off, my sovereign liege,

Of murd'rous subornation,-shall it be,
Bui by the chance of war :-To prove that true, That you a world of curses undergo ;
Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Being the agents, or base second means,
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ?

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0, pardon me, that I descend so low,

Nettled, and stung with pisniires, when I hear To show the line, and the predicament,

of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. Wherein you range under this subtle king.

Ip Richard's time,--What do you call the place Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, A plague upon't it is in Gloucestershire;Or fill up chronicles in time to come,

'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept; That men of your nobility and power

His uncle York :-where I first bow'd my knee Did 'gage them both in an unjost behalf,

Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, As both of you, God pardon it! have done, When you and he came back from Raveospurg. To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,

North. At Berkley castle. And plant this thoro, this canker, Bolingbroke ? Hot. You say true : And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, Why, what a candy deal of courtesy That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook' off This fawning greyhound then did proffer me By him, for whom these shares ye underwent? Look,-when his infant-fortune came to age, No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem

And,-gentle Harry Percy,--and, kini cousin, Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves, O, the devil take such cozeners !–God forgive Into the good thoughts of the world again : Revenge the jeering, and disdain’d contempt Goorl uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Of this proud king; who studies, day and night, Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't agriu; l'o answer all the debt be owes to you,

We'll stay your leisure. Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.

Hot.

I have done, i'faith, Therefore, I say,-

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish priWor. Peace, cousin, say no more :

soners. And now I will unclasp a secret book,

Deliver them up without their ransome straight, Add to your quick-conceiving discoutents

And make the Douglas' son your only mean I'll read you matter deep and dangerous :

For powers in Scotland; which,—for divers reasons, As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,

Which I shall send you written,-be assurd, As to o'er-walk a corrent, roaring loud,

Will easily be granted.-Yon, my lord, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

(To Northumberland.) Hot. If he fall in, good night:--or sink or swim :- Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, Send danger from the east unto the west,

Shall secretly into the bosom creep.
So hovour cross it from the porth to south,

Of that same noble prelate well belov’d,
And let them grapple ;-0! the blood more stirs, The archbishop:
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

Hot. Of York, is't not?
North, Imagination of some great exploit

Wor. True; who bears bard Drives bim beyond the bounds of patience.

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. Hot. By heaven, methiuks, it were an easy leap, I speak not this in estimation, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon : As what I think might be, but what I know Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Is ruminated, plotted, and set down: Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,

And only stays but to behold the face And plock up drowned honour by the locks ; Of that occasion, that shall bring it on. So he that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. Without corrival, all her dignities :

North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still lot'st Bat ont upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

(plot :Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble But not the form of what he shoald attend.

And then the power of Scotland, and of York,Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

To join with Mortimer, ha? Hot. I cry you mercy,

Wor.

And so they shall. Those same noble Scots, Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. That are your prisoners

Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, Hot.

I'll keep them all; To save our heads by raising of a head:
By beaven, he shall not have a Scot of them : For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not : The king will always think him in our debt;
I'll keep them, by this band.

And think we think ourselves ansatisfied,
Wor.

You start away,

Till he hath found a time to pay us home, And lend do ear unto my purposes.

And see already, how he doth begin Those prisoners you shall keep.

To make us strangers to his looks of love. Nay, I will, that's flat :- Hot. He does, he does; we'll be revengd ou He said, he would not ransome Mortimer;

him. Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;

Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in this, Bat I will find him, when he lies asleep,

Than I by letters shall direct your course. And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!

When time is ripe (which will be suddenly), Nay,

J'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; I'll have a starliag shall be taught to speak Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once, Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet, To keep his anger still in motion.

To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,

Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Cousin; a word.

North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, Hot. All sladies here I solemnly defy,

I trust. Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: Hot. Uncle, adieu:-0, let the boars be short, And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales Till fields, and blows, and groups applaud our sport! But that I think his father loves him not,

(Exeunt. And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poison’d with a pot of ale.

ACT II.
Wor. Farewell
, kiosman! I will talk to you,

SCENE I.-Rochester. An Inn Yard.
When you are better temper'd to attend.
North
. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient

Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand. Art thoa, to break into this woman's mood;

(fool

1 Car. Heigh ho! Ap't be not four by the day, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own?

I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chiniHut . Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd ney, and yet our borse not packed. What, ostler, with rods.

Ost. (Within.) Anon, anon.

slip.

Wor,

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Hot.

Wor.

Hear you,

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i Car. I prosthee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a can hold in ; such as will strike sooner than speak, few flocks in the point ; the poor jade is wrung in the

and speak sooner than drink, and driuk sooner than withers out of all cess.

pray: And yet I lie ; for they pray continually to

their saint, the commonwealth ; or, rather, pot pray Enter another Carrier.

to her, but prey on ber; for they ride up aud dowó 2 Car. Peas and beans are as dank here as a on her, and make her their boots. dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the

Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? bots : this house is turned upside down, since Robin will she hold out water in foul way? ostler died.

Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquured I Car. Poor fellow ! never joyed, since the price her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure ; we have of oats rose; it was the death of him.

the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. 2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house Cham. Nay, by my faith; I think you are more in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a

beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your tench.

walking invisible. 1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a share a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have in our purchase, as I'am a true man. een since the first cock.

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, false thief. and then we leak in your chimney; and your cham

Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all ber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.

Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the 1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, stable. Farewell, you muddy kvave. [Exeunt. come away. 2 Car. I have a gamnion of bacon and two razes

SCENE 11.The Road by Gadshill. of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing.cross.

Enter Prince Henry, and Poins; BARDOLPH and i Car. 'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier are

Pero, at some distance. quite starved.-What, ostler --A plague on thee! Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have removed hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear? Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. An'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the P. Hen. Staud close. pate of thee, I am a very villain.—Come, and be

Enter FALSTAFF. hanged:-Hast no faith in thee?

Fal. Poids ! Poins, and be hanged! Poins !
Enter GADSHILL.

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; What a Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? brawling dost thou keep? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.

Fal. Where's Poins, Hal ?
Gads. I prythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my I'll go seek him. (Pretends to seek Poins.)

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; gelding in the stable.

Fal. I am accursed to rub in that thief's com1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye: I know a trick worth two of that, i faith.

pany: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied Gads. I prythee, lend me thine.

him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ?-Lend me thy lan

the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind. tern, quoth a ?-marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, Gads. Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to

if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have come to London ?

forsworn his company hourly any time this twoI warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged ; 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle. and-twenty years ; and yet I am bewitched with the

rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me up the gentlemen; they will along with company, it could not be else ; I have drunk medicines.-. for they have great charge. (Exeunt Carriers. Poins -HaSa plague apon yon both !-Bar.

Gads. What, ho! chamberlain !
Cham. (Within.) At hand, quoth pick-purse.

dolph !-Peto!—I'll starve, ere I'll rob a foot fu chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the ther. An 'twere not as good a deed as driuk, to turn

true man, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring ; of uneven ground, is threescore and ten miles afoot thou lay'st the plot how.

with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it Enter Chamberlain.

well enough: A plague opon't, when thieves canCham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds

not be true to one another! (They whistle.) Whew! current, that I told you yesternight: There's a

-A plague apon you all! Give me my horse, you franklin in the wild of Kept, hath brought three rogues, give me my horse, and be hanged. hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts ! lie down; lay thine it to one of his company, last night at supper; a

ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst heas kind of auditor; one, that hath abundance of charge the tread of travellers. too, God knows what. They are up already, and

Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, becall for eggs and butter : they will away presently. ing down ? 'Sblood, i'll not bear nine own flesh so

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nifar afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's excholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

chequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me

thus? Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr’ythee, keep that for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship’st saint

P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art pot colted, thou art

upcolted. Nicholas as truly as a man of false bood may. Gaas. What'lalkest thou to me of the hangman ?

Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to niy if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if horse ; good king's son. I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thon

P. Hen. Ont, you rogue, shall I be your ostler ! knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other

Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for garters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. An sport sake, are content to do the profession some

have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy grace , that would, if matters should be looked into, tunes, let a cup of sack' he ry poison : When is for their own credit sake, make all whole. I am jest is so forward, and afuot too, I hate it. joined with no fuot land-rakers, no long-staff, six

Enter GADSHLL. penny strikers; nove of these mad, mustachio pur- Gads. Stand! ple hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and trau- Fal. So I do, against my will. quillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers; such as Poins. 0, 'tis our setter : I know his voice.

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