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with you,

It shall not wind with such a deep indent, As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

He holds your temper in a high respect, Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, And curbs himself even of his natural scope, it doth.

When you do cross his humour; faith, he does: Mort. Yea,

(me up I warrant you, that man is not alive, But mark, how he bears his course, and runs Might so have tempted him as you have done, With like advantage on the other side;

Without the taste of danger and reproof; Gelding the opposed continent as much, But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. As on the other side it takes from you.

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilfulWor. Yea, but a little charge will trench

blame; him here,

And since your coming hither have done enough And on this north side win this cape of land; To put him quite beside his patience. And then he runs straight and even.

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

blood, Hot. Will not you?

(And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Glend. No, nor you shall not.

Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Hot. Who shall say me nay?

Defect of manners, want of government, Glend. Why, that will 1.

Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain : Hot. Let me not understand it then, The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Speak it in Welsh.

Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as Upon the beauty of all parts besides, you;

Beguiling them of commendation. For I was train'd up in the English court: Hot. Well, I am schoold; good manners be Where, being but young, I framed to the harp your speed! Many an English ditty, lovely well,

Here comes our wives, and let us take our leave. And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; A virtue that was never seen in you.

Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the LADIES. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers heart;

me,-I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part I had rather hear a brazen canstickt turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree; She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Mort. Good father, tell her,-that she, and Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

my aunt Percy, 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling pag., Shall follow in your conduct* speedily Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn’d.

(GLENDOWER speaks to his Daughter in Welsh, Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much and she answers him in the same. To any well-deserving friend;

[land Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish selfBut, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

will'd harlotry, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Ope no persuasion can do good upon. Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? (Lady M. speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh. Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty by night:

Welsh

[heavens, I'll baste the writer, and, withal, [hence: Which thou pourest down from these swelling Breaký with your wives of your departure I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,

In such a parley would I answer thee. So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit.

(Lady M. spcuks, Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my 1 understand thy kisses, and thou mine, father!

And that's a feeling disputation : Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers But I will never be a truant, love, (tongue

Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy With telling me of the moldwarp|| and the ant, Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies; Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, And of a dragon and a finless fish,

With ravishing division, to her lute.t A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run, A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

mad.

[Lady M. speaks again. And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

Mort. 0, I am ignorance itself in this.
As puts me from my faith, I tell you what,- Glend. She bids you
He held me, but last night, at least nine hours, Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
In reckoning up the several devils' names,

And rest your gentle head upon her lap, That were his lackeys: I cried, humph,—and And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, well,--go to,

And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; As is a tired horse, a railing wife;.

Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, Worse than a smoky house :- I had rather live As is the difference betwixt day and night, With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far, The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, Begins his golden progress in the east. In any summer-house in Christendom.

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;

her sing: Exceedingly well read, and profited In strange concealments;** valiant as a lion, By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful And those musicians that shall play to you, 1* Cutting

+ Candlestick. The writer of the articles. Break the matter. * Guard, escort. + A compliment to quecn Elizabeth. || Mole. Dainties.

me,

* Our paper of conditions.

** Secrets

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Hang in the air a thousand leagues from Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mea hence;

attempts,* Yet straight they shall be here: sit, and attend. Such barren pleasures, rude society,

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to, down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my Accompany the greatness of thy blood, head in thy lap.

And hold their level with thy princely beart? Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would,

could GLENDOWER speaks some Welsh words, and

Quit all offences with as clear excuse, then the Music plays.

As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Myself of many I am charg'd withal : Welsh;

Yet such extenuation let ine beg, And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.

As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, By’rlady, he's a good musician.

Which oft the ear of greatness needs mus Lady P. Then should you be nothing but

hear,

(gers musical; for you are altogether governed by By smiling pick-thankst and base newsmonhumours. Lie still, ye thiet, and hear the lady I may, for some things true, wherein my youtha sing in Welsh.

Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach,* Find pardon on my true submission. howl in Irish.

K. Hen. God pardon thee!—yet let me wonLudy P. Would'st thou have thy head brok.

der, Harry, en?

At thy affections, which do hold a wing Hot. No.

Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. Lady P. Then be still.

Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.

Which by thy younger brother is supplied ; Lady P. Now God help thee!

And art almost an alien to the hearts Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.

Of all the court and princes of my blood: Lady P. What's that?

The hope and expectation of thy time Hot. Peace! she sings.

Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man

Prophetically does fore-think thy fall. A Welsh Song sung by Lady M. Had I so lavish of my presence been, Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.

So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.

So stale and cheap to vulgar company;
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you Had still kept loyal to possession ;t

Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in
good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As And left me in reputeless banishment,
God shall mend me; and, As sure as day:

A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood. And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, By being seldom seen, I could not stir, As if thou never walk’dst further than Fins. But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at: bury.t

That men would tell their children. That is he; Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

Others would say,-Where? which is BolingA good moutb-filling oath;

and leave
in sooth, And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,

broke?
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens.

And dress'd myself in such humility, Come, sing:

That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Ludy P. I will not sing.

Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be Even in the presence of the crowned king. redbreast teacher. An the indentures be Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new; drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and My, presence, like a robe pontifical, so come in when ye will.

(Exit.

Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast; as slow,

And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

The skipping king, he ambled up and down
By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and With shallow jesters, and rash baving wits,
To horse immediately,

(then

Soon kindled, and soon burn'd: carded his Mort. With all my heart.

[Exeunt.

state;

Mingled his royalty with capering fools;
SCENE II.-London.-- A Room in the Palace. Had his great name profaned with their scorns;
Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and

And gave his countenance, against his name,
Lords.
To laugh at gibing boys, and

stand the push

Of every beardless vain comparative://
K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Grew a companion to the common streets,
Wales and I,

(hand, Enfeoft'd himself to popularity:
Must have some conference : But be near at That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
For we shall presently have need of you.- They surfeited with honey; and began

(Exeunt Lords. To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a I know not whether God will have it so,

little
For some displeasing service I have done, More than a little is by much too much.
That in his secret doom, out of my blood So, when he bad occasion to be seen,
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such
Make me believe,-ihat thou art only mark'd As, sick and blunted with community, [eyes,
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, Afford no extraordinary gaze,
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
Could such inordinate, and low desires,

Unworthy undertakings, + Officious parasites.
Hound.
+ In Moorfields.

I True to him that had then possession of the crowd. Laced velvet, the finery of cocknew

Brushwood. Il Rival. f Possessed

1

When it shines seldom in admiring eyes : My shames redoubled! for the time will come, But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids That I shall make this northern youth exchange down,

His glorious deeds for my indignities. Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect Percy is but my factor, good my lord, As cloudy men use to their adversaries; [full. To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; Being with his presence glutted, gorg’d, and And I will call him to so strict account, And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou : That he shall render every glory up, For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, With vile participation; not an eye

Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart But is a-weary of thy common sight, (more; This, in the name of God, I promise here: Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, Which now doth that I would not have it do, I do beseech your majesty, may salve Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. The long-grown wounds of my intemperance : P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious If not, the end of life cancels áll bands ;* lord,

And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, Be more myself.

Ere break the smallest parcelt of this vow. K. Hen. For all the world,

K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in As thou art to this hour, was Richard then

this :

(herein. When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg; Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, And even as I was then, is Percy now. Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,

Enter Blunt. He hath more worthy interest to the state,

How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of Than thou, the shadow of succession :

speed. For, of no right, nor colour like to right,

Blunt. So bath the business that I come to He doth fill fields with harness* in the realm;

speak of. Turns head against the lion's armed jaws; Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, And, being no more in debt to years than That Douglas, and the English rebels, met, thou,

The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury : Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on,

A mighty and a fearful head they are, To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.

If promises be kept on every hand, What never-dying bonour hath he got

As ever offer'd foul play in a state. Against renowned Douglas; whose high

K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth deeds,

(arms, Whose hot incursions, and great name in with him my son, lord John of Lancaster;

to-day; Holds from all soldiers chief majority,

For this advertisement: is five days old : And military title capital,

[Christ? On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Forward; on Thursday, we ourselves will Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing

march : clothes,

Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you This infant warrior, in his enterprizes

Shall march through Glostershire; by which Discomfited great Douglas : ta'en him once,

account, Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,

Our business valued, some twelve days hence To fill the mouth of deep defiance up, And shake the peace and safety of our throne. Our hands are full of business : let's away;

Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. And what say you to this ? Percy, Northum- Advantage feeds him fut,ộ while men delay. berland,

[Exeunt. The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,

SCENE 111.-Eastcheup.-A Room in the Capitulatet against us, and are up.

Bour's Head Tavern.
But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,

Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH.
Which art my near’st and dearesti enemy? Ful. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely
Thou that art like enough,--through vassal since this last action ? do I not bate? do I not
fear,

dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like Base inclination, and the start of spleen, an old lady's loose gown ; I am wither'd like To fight againt me under Percy's pay, an old apple-John. Well,'I'll repent, and that To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, suddenly, while I am in some liking;ll I shall To show how much degenerate thou art. be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten

(sway'd what the inside of a church is made of, I am And God forgive them, that have so much a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the inside of Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! a church! Company, villanous company, hath I will redeem all this on Percy's head, been the spoil of me. And, in the closing of some glorious day, Burd. Sir John, you are so fretful, you canBe bold to tell you, that I am your son ;, not live long. When I will wear a garment all of blood, Fal. Wby, there is it:-come, sing me a And stain my favours with a bloody mask, bawdy song; make me merry. I was as virWhich, wash'd away, shall scour' my shame tuously given, as a gentleman need to be; vir. with it.

tuous enough: swore little ; diced, not above And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house, That this same child of honour and renown, not above once in a quarter-of an hour; paid This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, money that I borrowed, three or four times; And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet: lived well, and in good compass : and now I For every honour sitting on his helm, [head live out or all order, out of all compass. 'Would they were multitudes; and on my

it so;

+ Part, 1 Intelligence. Combine. Most fatal.

Feeds himself.

I Have some flesh

Bonds.

* Armour.

Bard. Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that my pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of you must needs be out of all compass; out of my grandfather's worth forty mark. all reasonable compass, Sir John.

Host. ( Jesu! I have heard the prince tell Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend him, I know not how oft, that that ring was my life : Thou art our admiral,* thou bearest copper. the lantern in the poop,---but 'tis in the nose of Fal. How! the prince is a Jack,' a sneakthee; thou art the knight of the burning cup; and, if he were here, I would cudgel him lamp.

like a dog, if he would say so. Bard. Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm,

Enter Prince HENRY and Poins, marching. Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use

FALSTAFF meets the PRINCE, playing on his of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or

truncheon like a fife. a memento mori: I never see thy face, but I Ful. How now, lad? is the wind in that door, think upon hell-fire, and Dives that lived in i'faith? must we all march? purple ; for there he is in his robes, hurning, Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion? burning: If thou wert any way given to virtue, Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me. I would swear by thy face ; my oath should P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? be, By this fire : but thou art altogether given How does thy husband ? I love him well, he is over ; and wert indeed, but for the light in thy an honest man. face, the son of utter darkness. When thou Host. Good my lord, hear me. ran'st up Gads-hill in the night to catch my Fal. Pr’ythee, let her alone, and list to me. horse, it I did not think thou hadst been an P. Hen. 'What sayest thou, Jack ? ignis futuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no Fal. The other night I fell asleep here bepurchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual hind the arras, and had my pocket picked: triumph, an everlasting, bonfire-light! Thou this house is turned bawdy-house, they pick hast saved me a thousand marks in links and pockets. torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack ? tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or drunk me, would have bought me lights as four bonds of torty pound a-piece, and a sealgood cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. ring of my grandfather's. I have maintained that salamander of yours P. Hen. A tride, some eight-penny matter. with fire, any time this two and thirty years ; Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said, I Heaven reward me for it!

heard your grace say so: And, my lord, be · Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed Lelly!

man as he is; and said, he would cudgel you. Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be P. Hen. What! he did not? heart-burned.

Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor woEnter Hostess.

manhood in me else.

Ful. There's no more faith in thee than in a How now, dame Partlet the ben ?+ have you stewed prune; nor no more truth in thee, than inquired yet, who picked my pocket?

in a drawn fox; and for womanhood, maid Host. Why, Sir John! what do you think, Mariant may be the deputy's wife of the ward Sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my to thee. Go, you thing, go. house? I have searched, I have inquired, so Host. Say, what thing? what thing ? has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, Ful. What thing? why, a thing to thank servant by servant: the tithe of a hair was God on. never lost in my house before.

Host. I am nothing to thank God on, I Fal. You lie, hostess ; Bardoiph was shaved, would thou should’st know it; I am an honest and lost many a hair : and I'll be sworn, my man's wife: and, setting thy knighthood aside, pocket was picked : Go to, you are a woman, thou art a knave to call me so. go.

Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art Host. Who, I? I defy thee: I was never called a beast to say otherwise, so in mine own house before.

Host. Say, what beast, thou krave thou ? Fal. Go to, I know you well enough.

Fal. What beast? why an otter. Host. No, Sir John, you do not know Sir

P. Hen. An otter, Sir John! why an otter? John: I know you, Sir Joon: you owe me Ful. Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh; a money, Sir John, and now you pick a quarrelman knows not where to have her. to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so; shirts to your back.

thou or any man knows where to have me, Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given thou knave thou ! them away to bakers' wives, and they have

P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he made bolters of them.

slanders thee most grossly. Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this of eight shillings an ell.. You owe money here other day, you owed bim a thousand pound. besides, Sir John, for your diet, and by-drink- P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand ings, and money lent you, four and twenty pound? pound.

Fal. A thousand pound, Hal ? a million : Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. thy love is worth a million; thou owest me thy

Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath no-love. thing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What said, he would cudgel you.

Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and call you rich ? let them coin his nose, let them Fal. Did I, Bardolph? coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, Burd. Indeed, Sir John, you said so. will you make a younker of me? shall I not Ful. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper. take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have

* A term of contempt frequently used by Shakspeare • Admiral's ship. + In the story book of Reynard the + A man dressed like a woman, who attends morris Fox,

dancers

me,

!'. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: darest thou be Fal. Rare words ! brave world !

, as good as thy word now?

my breakfast; come :fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art 0, I could wish, this tavern were my drum. but man, I dare: but, as thou art prince, I

(Exit fear thee, as I fear the roaring of the lion's

ACT IV. whelp,

SCENE 1.-The Rebel Camp near Shreu'sP. Hen. And why not, as the lion ?

bury. Ful. The king himself'is to be feared as the lion : Dost thou think, I'll fear thee as I fear Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and Douglas. thy father? nay, an I do, I pray God, my Hot. Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking girdle break!

truth, P. Hen. O, if it should, how would thy guts In this fine age, were not thought flattery, fall about thy knees ! But, sirrah, there's no Such attribution should the Douglas * bave, room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bos- As not a soldier of this season's stamp om of thine; it is filled up with guts, and mid- Should go so general current through the world. riff. Charge an honest woman with picking By heaven, I cannot flatter; I delyt thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent The tongues of soothers ; but a braver place embossed * rascal, if there were any thing in In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself ; thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memoran- Nay, task ine to the word ; approve me, lord. dums of bawdy-houses, and one poor penny. Doug. Thou art the king of honour : worth of sugar-candy to make thee long wind- No man so potent breathes upon the ground, ed; if thy pocket were enriched with any other But I will beard #him. injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet Hot. Do 30, and 'tis well: you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong : Art thou not ashamed ?

Enter a MESSENGER, with letters. Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in What letters hast thou there?-1 can but the state of innocency, Adam fell; and what

thank you. should poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of

Mess. These letters come from your father,villany? Thou seest, I have more flesh than

Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not another man; and therefore more frailty.

himself? You confess then, you picked my pocket? Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievP. Hen. It appears so by the story.

ous sick. Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee: Go, make ready

Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy ser

sick, vants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me in such a 'justling time? Who leads his

{power? tractable to any honest reason: thou seest I Under whose government come they along ? am pacified-Still ?-Nay, pr’ythee, be gone.

Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my (Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at

lord. court: for the robbery, lad,-How is that

Wor. I pr’ythee, tell me, doth he keep his answered ?

bed ? P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be

Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I set good angel to thee :- The money is paid back

forth; again. Fal. o, I do not like that paying back, 'tís a He was much fear'd by bis physicians.

And at the time of my departure thence, double labour. P. Hen. I am good friends with my father,

Wor. I would, the state of time had first

been whole, and may do any thing.

Ere he by sickness had been visited; Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing His health was never better worth than now. thou doest, and do it with unwashed hands too.

Hot. Sick now! droop now ! this sickness Bard. Do, my lord,

doth infect P. Hen. I have procured thee,Jack, a charge The very life-blood of our enterprize; of foot.

'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.-Fal, I would, it had been of horse. Where He writes me here,

---that inward sickness, shall I find one that can steal well? O for a And that his friends by deputation could not fine thief, of the age of two and twenty, or So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet, thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided. To lay so dangerous and dear a trust Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they On any soul remov'd but on his own. offend none but the virtuous; I laud them, 1 Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,-praise them.

That with our small conjunction, we should on,
P. Hen. Bardolph-

To see how fortune is dispos’d to us :
Bard. My lord.
P. Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of For, as he writes, there is no quailing || now;
Lancaster,

(land.- Of all our purposes. What say you to it? My brother John ; this to my lord of Westmore

Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Gö, Poins, to horse, to horse ; for thou, and I,

Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp’d Have thirty miles to ride yetere dinner time.Jack,

And yet, in faith, 'tis not ; his present want Meet me to-morrow i' the temple hall

Seems more than we shall find it:- Were it At two o'clock i' the afternoon :

good,
There shalt thou know thy charge; and there To set the exact wealth of all our states
receive

All at one cast? to set so rich a main
Doney, and order for their furniture.

On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
The land is burning; Percy stands on high ;
And either they, or we, must lower lie.

* This expression is applied by way of preeminence (Exeunt PRINCE, Poins, and BARDOLPH. to the head of the Douglas family.

+ Disdain. t Meet him face to face. Forces

|| Languishing 1 Informed. Swoln, puffy.

off:

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