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Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot:-And then the power of Scotland, and of York, To join with Mortimer, ha? Wor.

And so they shall.
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

Wor. Aud 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
To save our heads by raising of a head*:
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The king will always think him in our debt;
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home,
And see already, how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.

Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him,

Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course. When time is ripe (which will be suddenly), I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once (As I will fashion it), shall happily meet, To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Wbich now we hold at much uncertainty. North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive.

I trust. Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans, applaud our

(Ereunt.

sport!

• A body of forces.

ACT II.

SCENE I. Rochester. An inn-yard.

Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hanged: Charles' wain* is over the new chin. ney, and yet our horse uot packed. What, ostler!

Ost. [Within.) Anon, anon.

1 Car. I pry'thee, Tom, beat Cut'st saddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cessf.

Enter another Carrier. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank g here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots || : this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostler died.

1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.

2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas; I am stung like a tench.

1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.

2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your cham. ber.lie breeds fieas like a loach*,

• The constellation ursa major.
+ Name of his horse,

| Measures
Wet.

|| Worms. Spotted like a tench. ** A small fish supposed to breed fleast

1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, come away.

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing.cross.

1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier are quite starved.- What, ostler!-A plague on thee ! hast thou never an eye in thy head? canst pot hear? An'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.-Come, and be hanged :-Hast no faith in thee?

Enter Gadshill.

Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock. Gads. I prythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable.

1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I kpow a trick worth two of that, i'faith,

Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thine.

2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ?-Lend me thy lantern, quoth-a-marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge. (Exeunt Carriers, Guds. What, ho! chamberlain ! Cham. [Within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse. Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the chamberlain : for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labour. ing; thou lay'st the plot how. .

• A proverb, from the pick-purse being always ready.

Enter Chamberlain. Cham, Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds current, that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin* in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter: They will away presently.

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicho las' clerkst, I'll give thee this neck.

Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee keep that for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship'st Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.

Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers t, no long-staff, six-penny strikers; none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers $; such as can hold in; such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the commonwealth ; or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots Il.

Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? will she hold out water in foul way?

• Freeholder.

Footpads. U Booty

+ Cant term for highwaymen.

Publick accountants.

Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her*. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

Cham. Nay, by my faith; I think you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible. ! Gads. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our purchase t, as I am a truet man.

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave.

(Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The road by Gadshill.

Enter Prince Henry, and Poins; Bardolph and

Peto, at some distance. Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have removed Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

P. Hen. Stand close.

Enter Falstaff.

Fal. Poivs! Poins, and be hanged ! Poins !

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; What a brawling dost thou keep !

Fal. Where's Poins, Hal ?

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll go seek him.

(Pretends to seek Poins.

• Oiled, smoothed her over.

Iu what we acquire.

Honest.

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