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hedge; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt, your house-He could be contented,- Why, is he find him. Farewel, and stand fast.

not then? In respect ofthe love he bears our house: Ful. Now cannot I strike him, if I should bi h e shews in this, he loves his own barn better hang'd.

Ithan he loves our house. Let me see some more. P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises? 1The purpose you undertake, is dangerous,- Why, Poins. Here, haid by; stand close.

that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole!, sleep, to drink: but I tell you, my lord fool, out sayl; every man to bis business.

of this pettle, danger, we pluck this tower, safety. Eirtor Tratilirrs.

The purpose you und:ruke, is dangerous; the Trar. Come, neighbour; the bovsha!) lead ou Otriends you hate memed, uncertain; the time ihorses down the hill: we'll walk aloot a while. lf, unsorted; and your whole plottoo light, for the and case our legs.

counterpoiseofsogreat an opposition--Say you so, Thieves. Stand.

say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shalTrat. Jesu bless us!

How cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackFul. Strine; down with them; cut the vil. 15 bra n is this? By the Lorii, our plot is a good plot, lains' throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon- as ever was laid; our friends true and constant : fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: fleece them.

an excellent plot, very good friends. What a Trad. O, we are undone, both we and ours, frosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of for ever.

120 ork commend the plot, and the general course Ful. Hang ve, gorbellied? knaves; are veum of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this clone? No, ye fat chuils; I would, your store rascal, I could brain bim will his lady's fan. Is were here! On, bacons, on! What, ve knaves: there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord young men must live: You are grand-jurors, are Edmund Niortimer, my lord of York, and Owen ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.

25 Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? Here theu rob and bind them. [Exeunt. Have I not all their letters, to meet me in ands

Enter Prince Henry, and Poins. I by the ninth of the next month and are they not, P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true' men: some of them, set forward already? What a pagan Now could thou and I roh the thieves, and go rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! vou shall see now, merrily to London, it would be argumenti tor a 30 in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I ever.

could divide myseli, and go to buffets, for moving Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. such a dishi of skimin'd milk with so honourable an Eriter Thieves again.

action! Hang him ! let him tell the king, we are Fol. Come, my masters, let us share, and then 35 prepared: I will set forward to-night. to horse before day. An the Prince and Poins be

Enter Lady Percy not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stir-1 How now, Kate? I must leave you within these ring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than two hours. in a wild duck.

| Lady. O my good lord, wby are you thus alone P. Hen. Your mon 'y.

Ho for what utience have I, this fortnight, been Poins. Villains!

A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins sell Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee upon them. They all run towy); and Fulsta!!;| Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? after a blow or two, runs utvay too, leaving! Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; the booty b hind him.]

145 And start so often, when thou sit'st alone? P. Tlen. Got with much ease. Now merrily Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks; to horse:

| And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear llothich-ey'd musing, and cursid melanchols? So strougly, that they dare not meet each other; In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd. Each takes his fellow for an officer.

150 and heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : Away, good Ned. Falstait sweats to death, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed: And lards the lean earth as he walks along: Cry, Couruge!-to the field! And thou hast talk'd Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. JOf sallies, and retires'; of trenches, tents, Poins. Now the rogue roar'd! [Ercunt. Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets; SCENE II.

5510i basilisks', of cannon, culverin;

Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,
Murkrorth. 'A room in the Castle.

Andall the 'currents of a heady fight.
Enter Hotspur, rzading a letter.

Thy spirit within thee liatlı been so at war, Brit, for mine onun part, my lord, I could be! And thus hath so bestir'd thee in thy sleep. and llcontented to bethere, in respect of the loveIbcur 60 That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,

I The alus distributed at Lambeth palace gate is at this day called the dule. ?i. e. fat and corpulent. si. e. honest. "j. e. subject matter. Richard Scroop, archbishop of York. The Wife of Ilotour was the lady Elizabeth Mortimer, sister to Roger earl of March, who was declared presumptive heir to the crown by King Richard II. and aunt to Edmund earl of March, who is inProduced in this play by the naine of lord Mortimer. retreats. i. c. 1on1s. 'A busilisk sá cannon oia particular hind.

I.ke Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream:

Whither I go, thither shall you go too ;
And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.-
Such as we see when men restrain their breath Will this content you, Kate?
On some great sudden baste. O, what portent Lady. It must, of force.

[Ereunt. are these? Some heary business hath my lord in hand,

SCE N E IV. And I must know it, else he loves me pot.

The Boar's-Head Tarern in East-Cheap. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packell

Enter Prince Henry, and Poins.
gone?
Enter Serrant.

10 P. Henry. Ned, prythée, come out of that fat Sert. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from

| Poins. Where hast thou been, Ilal? the sheriff ?

P. Henry. With three or four loggerheads, ac Sero, One horse, my lord, he bronght even now. mongst three or four score hogsheads. I have Hot. What horse? å roan ? a crop-ear, is it not: 15 sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, Serv. It is, my lord.

lain sworu brother to a leash of drawers; and can Hot. That roan shall be my throne.

calíthem all by theirchristian names, as Tom, Dick, Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!-!

and Francis. They take it alreadly upon their salBid Butler lead him forth into the park. [Er. Serv. vation, that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet Lidy. But hear you, my lord.

2011 ain the king of courtesy; and tell me tlatly, I Hot. What say'st thou, my lady?

am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a CorinLady. What is it carries you away?

thian', a lad of mettle, a good boy,-by the Lord, Hol. Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

Tso they call me; and, when I am king of England, Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape!

I shall command all the good lads in East Cheap, A weazle hath not such a deal of spleen,

125They call drinking deep, dying scarlet: and As you are tost with.

will. when you breathe in your watering, they cryIn sooth, I'll know your business, Harry, that |||

lem! and bid you play it off,—To conclude, I I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

im so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, About his title: and hath sent for you,

that I can drink with any tinker in his own lanTo line his enterprize: But if you go

130 gcage during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

lost much honour, that thou wert not with me in Lady. Come, come, vou paraquito, answer me

this action. But, sweet Ned, -to sweeten which Directly to this question that I ask.

name of Ned, I give you this pennyworth of sugar, In faith, l'il break thy little finger, Ilarry,

Jclapt even now into my hand by an under-skrinkAn if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

35 ert; one that never spake other English in his Hot. Away,

life, than-eight shillingsand sixpence, and you Away, you tritler! love? I love thee not,

ire welcome; and with this shrill addition,- Aron, I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world,

non,sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon, To play with mammets', and to tilt with lips :

or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till FalWe must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, 40-taff come, I prytl:ee, do thou stand in some byAnd pass them current too. --Gods me, my horse!- room, while I question my puny drawer, to what What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st ihou havel rend he gave me the sugar ; and do thou never with me?

lease calling-Francis, that liis tale to me inay La ly. Do you not love ine? do you not, indeed: be picthing but-anon. Siep aside, and I'll shew Well, do not then; for, since you love me vot, is thee a precedent.

[Poins retires. It will not love myself. Do you not love me?

Poins. Francis! Nay, tell me if you speak in jest, or no.

P. Henry. Thou art perfect. Flot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

Poins. Francis! And when I am oʻhorseback, I will swear

; . Enter Francis. I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate:

Fran. Avon, anon, sir.-Look down into the I must not have you henceforth question me

Pomgranuie, Ralph. Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:

P. Henr. Come hither, Francis. Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,

Fran. My lord. This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.

P. Hen. Liow long hast thou to serve, Francis? I know you wise; but yet no further wise,

firan. Forsvoth, five years, and as much as to Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are; Poins. Francis ! But yet a woman: and for secresy,

Fran. Anon, anon, sir. No lady closer; for I well believe,

| P. Henry. Five years! by’r Lady, a long lease Thou wilt not uitter what thou dost not know ; 1 for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, dar'st And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate. 160 thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy Lady. How! so far?

indenture, and shew it a fair pair of heels, and run Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:/ from it?

? Puppets. 2 Meaning, both crack'd money and broken head.. i i. e. a wencher. "i. e. an under drawer. - Gg?

Fran. Fran. O jord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present books in England, I could find in my heart, twelve o'clock at midnight. [Re-enter Fruncis.] Poins. Francis ! P.Henry. Ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckI'll stab thee.

What's o'clock, Francis? Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

Frun. Anon, anon, sir. P. Henry. How old art thou, Francis ?

1 P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer Fran. Let me see,- About Michaelmas next I words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! shall be

- Ilis industry is up-stairs and down-stairs; bis Poins. Francis!

eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not Fran, Anon, sir.- Prav you, stay a little, my yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur of the north; lord.

110 he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots P. Henry. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his the sugar thou gav'st me,--'twas a pennyworth, wife,-Fie upon this quiet life! I want work. O, was't not?

my sweet Hurry, says she, how many hast thou Fran. O lord, sir! I would it had been two. Thill'd to-day ? Give my roan horse a drench, says

P. Henry. I will give thee for it a thousand 15 he; and answers, Some fourteen, an hour after; & pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt trifle; a trille. I pr'i thee, cull in Falstafi; P'll have it.

play Percy, and that dainn'd brawn shall play Poins. Francis!

lame Mortimer his wife. Rico', says the drunkFrun. Anon, anon.

ark. Call in ribs, callin tallow.' P. Henry. Anon, Francis? No, Francis: but to-20 Enter Falstaft, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Peto. morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Tbursday; or, Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,-1.1 Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeFran. My lord ?

ance too! marry, and ainen!-Give me a cup of P. Uenrij. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, sack, boy.-Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew nether crystal-button', nott-pated', agat-ring, poké-stock-25 stochs, and mend thein, and foot thein too. A ing', caddice-garter", smooth tongue, Spanish- plague of all cowards !–Give me a cup of sack, pouch,

rogue.--Is there no virtue extant? [He drinks. Fran. O lord, sir, what do you mean?

| P. Henry. Didst thou never see Titankiss a di:n P. Henry. Why then, your brown bastard' is of butter; pitiful-hearted Titan, that meited at the your only drink: for, look you, Francis, your 30 sweet tale of the sun? if thou didst, then behold white canvas doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, that compound. it cannot come to so much.

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack tooo: Fran. What, sir?

There is nothing but roguery to be found in vilPoins. Francis!

lainous man: Yet a coward is worse than a cup of P. Henry. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not 35 sack with limein it; a villainous coward.—Go thy hear them call?

ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, [Here they both call him; the drawer stands good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the amazed, not knowing which tray to go. I earth, then I ain a shotten herring. There live not Enter l'intier.

three good men unhang'd in England; and one of Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such 40 them is fat, and grows old: God help the while! a calling? look to the guests within. Er. drawer.] a bad world, I say! I would I were a weaver; I My lord, old Sir Jobin, with half a dozen more, are could sing all manner of songs'. A plague of all at the door; Shall I let them in?

cowarcis, I say still ! P. Hon. Let them alone a while, and then open P. Henry. How now, wool-sack? what mutter the door. [Exit Vintner.] Poins!

145 you? Re-enter Poins.

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out Poins. Anon, anon, sir.

of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath'', and drive P. Henry. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry? l geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more.

Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark 50 You Prince of Wales ! ye; What cunning match have vou made with this P. Henry. Why, you whoreson round man! jest of the drawer? come, whai's the issue? I what's the matter?

P. Henry. I am now of all humcurs, that have | Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to tlaat; shew'd themselves humours, since the old days of and Poins there?

[To Poins.

"A leather jerkin with crystal buttons was the habit of a pawn-broker. A person was said to be nott-puted, when the hair was cut short and round. 3 Black-stocking. Caddis was a sort of coarse ferret. The garters of Shakspeare's time were worn in sight, and consequently were expensive. He who would submit to wear a coarser sort, was probably called by this contemptuous distinction. 5 Basturd was a kind of sweet wine. The prince finding the waiter not able, and not willing, to understand his instigation, puzzles him with unconnected prattle, and drives him away. "A cant word of the English taverns of those tunes, expressive of no meaning. ? Nether stocks are stockings. See note', p. 49. 9 Warburton observes, that in the persecution of the protestants in Flanders under Philip II. those who came over ir;n England on that occasion brought with them the woollen mapu. factory. These were Calvinists, who were always distinguished for their love of psalmody. " i. e. sech a dagrer as the five in the old moralities was armi'd with.

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I fram let drive at me, Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damn'a P. Henry. What, four? thou saidst but two, ere I call thee coward : but I would give a thou-l ven now. sand pound, I could run fast as thou canst. You 51 Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four. are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not! | Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. who sees your back: Call you that, backing off Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly your friends? A plague upon such backing! give Ithrust at me. I made no more ado, but took all me them that will face me.--Give me a cup of their seven points in my target, thus. sack:-I am a rogue, if I druok to-day, 1101 P. Henrij. Seven; why, there were but four,

P. Henry. O villain! thy lips are scarce wip'd even now. since thou drunk'st last.

Fal. In buckram. Ful. All's one for that A plague of all coward Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits. still say I!

[He drinks. Ful. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. P. Henry. What's the matter?

1151 P. Henry. Piythee let him alone; we shall Fal. What's the matter? Here be four of us! have more anon. have ta'en a thousand pound this morning.

Ful. Dost thou hear me, Ilal? P. Henry. Where is it, Jack? where is jt?

P. Henry. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hun- Ful. Do so, for it is worth the list’ning to. dred upon poor four of us.

20 These nine in buckram, that I told thee of, P. Henry. What, a hundred, man?

P. Henry. So, two more already. Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword Fal. Their points being broken, with a dozen of them two hours together. I havel | Poins, Down fell their hose'. 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through Ful. Began to give me ground: But I follow'd the doublet; four through the hose; my buchler 25me close, came-in foot and hand; and, with a cut through and through; my sword hack'd like a thought, seven of the eleven I pay'd. hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since P. Henry. O monstrous! eleven buckram men I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all grown out of two. cowards !-Let them speak : if they speak more Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three misor less than truth, they are villains, and the sons 30 begotten kuaves, in Kendal green”, came at my of darkness.'

back, and let drive at me ; for it was so dark, P. Henry. Speak, sirs; How was it?

Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand. Gads. We four set upon some clozen,

P. Henry. These lies are like the father that beFul. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

gets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Gads. And bound them.

|35|Why, thou clay-brain'd guts; thou knotty-pated Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

fool; thou whoreson, obscene, greasy tallowFul. You rogue, they were bound, every man ot keech',-them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

1 Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad ? is Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven not the truth, the truth? fresh men set upon us,

101 P. Henry. Wby, how couldst thou know these Fal. And unbound the rest, and then came in men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou the other.

could'st not see thy hand? Came, tell us your P. Henry. What, fought you with them all? reason ; What say'st thou to this?

Ful. All? I know not what you call, all; but Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. if I fought not with filty of then, I am a bunch of t5 Ful. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at radish : if there were not two or three and tifty the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legg'd lould not tell you on compulsion, Give you a creature.

Treason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty Poins. Pray heaven, you have not murder'd as blackberries, I would give no man a reason some of them.

50 upon compulsion, I. Fal. Nay, that's past praving for; I have pep. P. Henry. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; per'd two of them: two, I ain sure, I have pay'd this sanguine coward, this bed-pre-ser, this horsetwo rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, back-breaker, this huge hill of fiesh; Ilal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skino, you horse. Thou know'st my old ward ;-here I lay,155)dry'd neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish,

Our author here plays upon the double meaning of point, which signifies the sharp end of a weapon, and the lace ofa garment. To untruss a point, is a phrase still in use for the operation of easing nature. ? Kendal green was the livery of Robert earl of Huntingdon and his followers while in a state of outlawry, and their leader assumed the title of Robin Hood. ?Å keech of tallow is the fat of an ox or cow rolled up by the butcher in a round lump, in order to be carried to the chandler. * For elf skin Sir Thomas Ilanner and Dr. Warburton read eel-skin; and in our opinion justly; as Shakspeare, in this and his ensuing comparisons of the stock-fish and dry'd neat's tongue, alludes to the leanness of the prince, for which he had historical authority: the prince of Wales being represented by Stowe to have exceeded the mean stature of men, his neck long, body slender and lean, and bones small, &c.”

O, for

O, for breath to uiter what is like thee!--you I Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. taylor's yarıl, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile P. Hury. Tell me now in earnest, How came standing tuck ;

Falstatt's sword so hack'il? P. Hinry. Well, breathe a while, and then to it ! Peio. Why, he hack'd it with bis dagger; and again: and when thou hast tir'd thyself in base 5 saird, lie would swear truth out of England, but he comparisons, bear me speak but this.

would make you believe it was done in tight; and Poins. Mark, Jack.

Ipersuaded us to do the like. P. Henry. We two saw you four set on four; | Burd. Yea, and to richle our noses with spearyou bound them, and were masters of their wealth. grass, to make them bleed; and then to besli buat -Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. 10 cur garments with it, and swear it was the blood of -Then did we two set on you four; and, with a true men. I did that I did not these seren years word, out-fac'd you from your prize, and have it; before, I blush'd to hear his mon trous devices. yea, and can shew it you here in the house :--and, P. Henri. () villain, thou stol'st a cup of sack Falstatt, you c. rry'd your guts away as nimbly, eighteen years ago, and wert tahen with the marwith as quick dexierity, and roar'd for mercy, and 15 ver, and ever since thou hast blush'destem;xore: still ran and roar d, as ever heard bull-calf. Whail libou badst fire and sword on thy side, and yet a slave art thoni, to back thy sword as thou hasil lthou ran'st away; What instinct badst thou for it done; and then say, it was in tiglit? W at trick, Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do what device, what starting hole, canst thou nou Jyou belo!d these exhalatious ? find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent20 P. Henri. I do. shame?

Burd. What think you they portend? Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick hast P. Il nry. Hot livers, and cold purses', thou non ?

Dard. Choler', my lord, if rights taken. fal. By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that P. llenry. No, it rightly taken, Lalter. made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Wasit for 25 ine, to kill the heir apparent? should I turn upon

Re-enter Fulstaff: the true prince? Why, thou know'st, I am as va- Here comeslean Jack,here comes bare-bone. How liant as liercules: but beware instinct; the lion now, mny sweet creature of bombast'? How long will not touch the true prince. instinct is a great lis't ago, Jack, siuce thou sau'st thine own knee: matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think 30: Bul. My own knee? When I was about thy the better of myself and thee, during my life; 1, vears, Ilal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; for a valiant liori, and thou, for a true ;rince. But, I could have crept into an alderman's thumblads, I am glad you have the money.- llostess, fring': A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a clap to the doors; watch to-pighi, pray to-mor- man up like a bladder. There's villainous news row.-Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the 35 abroad: here was Sir John Braby from your fatitles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall ther; you must to the court in the morning. That we be merry? shall we have a play extempore? | same mad fellow of the north, Percy; and he of

P. II:nry. Conteni ;-and the argument shall bel (Wales, that gave Amaimonthebastinaclo,andmade thy running away.

[me. Lucier cuckold, and swore the devil his true Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lov’st 40 liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook',Enter Ilostiss.

nat, a plague, call you himi Host. My lord the prince,

Poins. 0, Glendower. P.Ilenri. Ilow now, my lady the hostess? whai Ful. Owen, Owen; the same;—and his son-insav'st thou to me?

law Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and 'Host. Marry, my lord, there is a noblemau' o 45 that sprightiy Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runsu' the court at door, would speak with you: he says horsebach up a hill perpendicular he comes from your father.

P. Hanni. Ile that rides at high speed, and with P. Henry. Give him as much as will make lima bis pistol kills a sparrow tiying? rya!' man, and send him back again to my mother. Fil. You have bit it. Ful. What manner of man is he?

sol P. Ilinni. So did he never the sparrow, Host. An oli man.

Hul. Well, that rascal hath good mielile in lim; Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at mid- the will not run. night?-Shall I give him his answer?

P. Henry. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to P. Henry. Prythee, do, Jack.

raise him so for running? Fat Faith, and I'll send hin, packing. Erillos! Ful. O'borseback, ve cuckow! but, a-foot, le P./!rmy. Now, sirs; by'r-Lady, you fouglit fair; will not budge a foot.

sodd you, Peto ;--so did you, Bardolph: you | P. Il nry. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. are lio stoo; you ran away upon instinct, vou Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is will not touch the true prince; no,-lie! I there to, and one Mordule, anda thousand blue

"A kind of jest seems to be intended here. The royal went for 105.--the noblı only for os. 8d. i.e. honest. This is a law phrase, signifying traken in the fact. 4 Alluding to his rell face. That is, drunhinness and poverty. “A pun upon the similarity of sound between color and choltr. 'Bombast is the stuiling of cloaths. The custom of wearing airing on the thumb is very ancient. All'ish hook aj pears to have been soine instrument of the vilinsave kind.

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