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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 cheir breath Will this content you, Kate ?
On some great sudden hafto. O, what portents Lady. It must, of force.

[Fxcurs are there? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

SCE N E IV. And I must know it, elle he loves me not.

The Boar's-Head Tavern in East-Cleap.
Hoi. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet

Enter Prince Henry, and Poins.
Enter Servant.

P. Henry. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat Serv. 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 haft thou been, Hal? the sheriff ?

P. Henry. With three or four loggerheads, aServ. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. mongst three or four score hogsheads. I have Hor. What horse: a roan ? a crop-ear, is it not ? founded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, Senes. It is, my lord.

I am fworn brother to a leash of drawers; and can Hot. That ruan shall be my throne.

call them all by their chriftian names, as Tom, Dick, Well, I will back him straight : 0 tsperance ! — and Francis. They take it already upon their falBid Butler lead him forth into the park. [Ex. Serv.vation, that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet Lady. But hear you, my lord.

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

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

thian3, a lad of mettle, a good boy,--by the Lord, Hoi. Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

so 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 inath not such a deal of ipleen,

They call--drinking deep, dying scarlet: and As you are toft with.

(will.

when you breathe in your watering, they cryIn footh, I'll know your busines, Harry, thit I Hem! and bid you play it off.--To conclude, I I fear, my brother Mortimer doch stir

am 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

guage during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast Hai. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

loft much honour, that thou wert not with me in Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me this action. But, sweet Ned,—to sweeten which Directly to this question that I atk.

name of Ned, I give theo this pennyworth of sugar, In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

clapt even now into my hand by an under-kinkAs if thou wilt not tell me all chings true.

er +; one that never spake other English in his Hot. Away,

life, than-right shillings and fixpence, and you are Away, you trifler! love? I love thee not,

welcome; with this shrill addition,-- Anon, anon, I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world,

hir! Score a pint of bastard in :he Half-moon, or so. To play with mammets', and to tilt with lips :

But, Ned, to drive away the time till Falstarf We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, come, I proythee, do thou stand in some by-room, And pass them current too.--Gods me, my horse!

while I question my puny drawer, to what end lie What lay'it thou, Kate? what would'nt thou have gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave callwith me?

ing--Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed ? but-anon. Step aside, and I'll shew thee a preWell, do not then; for, since you love me not,

cedent.

[Poins retires. I will not love mytelf. Do you not love me?

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

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

Poins. Francis ! And when I am o' horse-back, I will swear

Emier Francis. I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate ; Fran. Anon, anon, sir.-Look down into the I must not have you henceforth question me Pomgranate, Ralph. Whither I go, nor reason whereabout :

P. Henry. Come hither, Francis. Whither I mur, I must; and, to conclude, Fran. My lord. This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. P. Henry. How long halt thou to serve, Francis ? I know you wilc; but yet no further wise,

Fran. Forsooth, five years, and as much as como Tian Harry Percy's wife: constant you are ;

Poins. Francis ! But yet a woman : and for secrely,

Fran. Anon, anon, ss. No lady closer ; for I well belice,

P. Henry. Five years ! by'r lady, a long lease for Thou wilt not utter what thiou doit not know ; the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, dar'lt thou And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate. be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy inLady. How! so far?

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

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Frar. O lor!, fir! I'll be fwom upon all the goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this presint books in England, I could find in my heart tu elve o'clock at midnight. [Re-inier Francis.] Poins. Francis !

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

Fan. Anon, anon, fir. P. Henry. Flow old art thou, Francis?

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

-His industry ish-up-stairs and down-stairs; bis Peins. Francis!

eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am 1100 Fran. Anon, fir.--Pray you, stay a little, my yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-fpur of the north ; lord.

he that kills me fome fix or seven dozen of Suis P. }nry. Nay, but hark you, Francis : For the at a breakfait, wathes his hands, and fay's to nis fugæ thou gav'it me,-'twas a pennyworth, was't wise,-- Fie upon this quict life! I want work. 0, suy

Luwret Harry, lays the, lozis my bf sbou kill'disfrin. O lord, fir ! I would it had been two. y? Giro

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derci, tays he ; and P. H. I will give thee for it a thousand anisers, Sonne foween, an hour after ; a dritte, a pound: aik ire when thou wilt, and thou shalt ?le. I prytlice, call in Fulfut; I'll play lurry, hare it.

and that damn ii brawn thall play dame Mortimer l'ons. Francis !

his wife. Rivo", fays the drunkard. Call in ribs, Iran. Anen, anon.

call in tallow. P. Henrs. À 900, Francis? No, Francis : but to Fintor Jofaff, Guds-bill, Bardolpl, and P-49. MOTiOW, Francis; of, Francis, on Thuidh; ; 01, Plins. Welcome, Jack. Where but thou been? in iced, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,-- Fal. A plague of all erwards, 1 say, and a vengeFran. My lori ?

ance too! narry, and amen !-Give me a cup of P. Henry. Wilt thou roh this leathern-jerkin, tack, boy.-Tire I lead this life long, I'll fow nether crystal-bution', nett-pated“, agat-ring, puke-stock- ocks7, and mend them, and fout them too. ing , cuidice-garter +, fmouth-tongue, Spritli-plague of all cowards ! Give me a cup of lack, pouch,

rogue.--Is there po virtue extant ? [the shines Frian. O lor, sir, who do you mean?

P. Moy. Dielt thou never see Titan kiss a dish P. Henry. Wly then, your brown hallards in of butter pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the vour only drink : for, jook you!, Francis, your sweet tale of the lun? if thou didft, then behold white canvas doublet will fully : in Babury, for', that compound. it cannot come to 1 pouch.

Fal. l'ou rogue, here's lime in this sack too Fran. What, fur?

There is nothing but roguery to be found in vil. l'eins. Francis !

lainous man : Yet a coward is worse than a cup of P. Henry. Away, you rogue ; Dost thou not fuck with lime in it; a villainous coward. --Go thy hear them call ?

ways, vld Jack ; die when thou wilt, if manhood, [Here the: both call bim; the drzaver Jiunds good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the amas d, no: knowing which wiry to go. earth, then am I a shotten herring. There lise nrit Entered intner.

three goudd men unhung'd in England; and one of l'int. What! 1tand it thou still, and hea ft suci them is fit, is'nd grows uld: God help the while! a calling ? look to the guests within. [ 1 xit drasvej a bad world, I thing! I would I were a weaver ; I My lord, old Sir John, with half a dozen more, are could fing all manner of fongs %. A plague of all at the door; Shall I let them in ?

cowards, I say itill! P. Henry. Let them alone a while, and then open P. Henry. How now, wool-fuck? what mutter the door. [Exit l'intner.] Poins ! Re-enter Poins.

Tal. A king's fon! If I do not beat thee out Poins. Anon, anor, fir.

of thy kiagdom with a dagger of lath io, and drive P. Henry. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the all thy lubjeet, avre thee like a flock of wild thieves are at the door ; Shall we be meitv? geefe, I'll never view hair on my face niore.--

Poins. As merry as crickets, my load. Bit lork, Iru Prime u Bise's! ye ; What cunning match bave you male with thos P. Henry. Why, you whoreson round mu! jest of the drawer : come, what's the true? willit's the matter? ..P. Hany. I am now of all humours, that hare Ful. Are you not acowaru ? answer me to that; Thew u themelves humous, funce the old days of! and Poins there?

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I A leather jokin with cryftal luttons was the habit of a pau'r-broker. 2 A person was said to be noti-patent, when the hair was cut short and round. 3 Black-stocking: 4 (dis was a furi of coerte firrt. The gardens of Shakiperre's tiine were wo:n in light, and consequently were expenlive. He who would submit to wear a coarter tort, was probablv called by this conteniptuous diitin&tio. 57: ard was a kind of sweet 'vile. The prince finding the waiter not able, or not willine, to undertand his initigation, puzzles him with unconnected pratile, and drives him away. o Acune word of the Kingdith taverns of thole times, exprelive of no meaning. 7 Nether flocks are dockings. S'Sve notes, p. 49.

2 Warburton oblérvés, that in the perfecutions of the proteftants in Flanders tider Philip II. those who came over into England on that occalion brought with them The woullin minutactory. These nere Calvinilts, who were always distinguished for their love of plalmody. 10 i. e. such a doze as the licejn ile old morglities was arm'd with.

P. Henry.

P. Henry. Ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckI'll stub thee.

ram let drive at me, Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damn'd P. Henry. What, four thou faidlt but two, ere I c.ll thee coward : but I would give a thou- even now. fand pound, I could run as fast as thou cantt. You Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee fuur. are itraight enough in the shoulders, you care not Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. who sees your back: Call you that, backing of Ful. Thele four came all a-front, and mziniy your friends? A plague upon such backing! give thruit at me. I made no more ado, but took all me them that will tice me.--Give me a cup of their leven points in my target, thus. lack :--I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day.

P. Henry. Seven? why, there were but fuuu,, P. Henry. O villain! thy lips are icarce wip'd even now. since thou drunk it last.

Ft. In buckın. Ful, All's one for that. A plague of all cowards, Poini. Ay, tour, in buckram íuits flill say I !

[tic drinks. Fal. Suvea, b, chele hilis, or I am a vi! in else. P. Henry. What's the matter?

P". Hary. Prythee let him alone; weihull live Ful. What's the matter? Here be four of us linore acon. ble ta en a thousand pound this morning.

Fi. Dort thou hear me, Hal?
P. Henry. Where is it, Jack : where is it? P. Henry. Ay, and mark thee to, Jack.

Fazi. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hun Ful. Do 1o, for it is worth the litning to. died upon poor four of us.

Thete nine in buckram, that I told thee of, P. Hury. Whi, a hundred, man?

P. H. y. So, two more already. Tullam a rogue, if I were not at half-sword Fal. Their points being broken,with a dozen of them two hours together. I have Poins. Down fell their hose 1.

up by miracie. I am eight times thruit through Fal. Began to give me ground: But I follow'd th: duublet; four through the hole; my buchlerme clole, came-in fout and hand; and, with a cu: through and turough ; my sword hack d like a thought, feven of the eleven I pay d. Hellav, itie ligauirl

. I never daalt better tice P. Giny. () monitrous ! ele en buckram men In a man : all wouid not do. A plague of all town out of two! Orxar's 'Let them ipeak: if they speak more Ful. But, as the devil would have it, three mila or luis tiun truth, they are villains, and the folds beguiten knives, in Kendal green?, came at my f darknes.

back, and let drive at me;--for it was to dark, P. Hinry. Speak. firs; How wts it?

Hal, tint thou couldit not see thy hand. Gudi. We four sei upon somedozen,

P. Gery. There lies are like the father that heFil. S siden, at le.it, my lord.

sets them; giois aj a mountain, open, palpable. Gids. Ind bound them.

Why, thou clay-brain'ü guts; thou knott: -pated Pz!. Vo, no, they were not bound.

fuod; thou whoreion, obicene, greasy DillowFsh. You rogue, they were bound, every man of keech ,t.cm; or I am a few else, ao Ebrew jew.

Fai. What, art thou mad! art thou mad? is Gid. Aj we were tharing, loine fix or seven not thu truch, the truth? freth men set upon us,

P. llery. Why, how could'st thou know there Ful. Ad unbound the rest, and then came in men in Kendal green, when it was to dark thou the other.

could't not see thy band ? Come, tell us your redP. Her 'y. What, fought you with them all ? ion; What ay it thou to this?

Fi. All? I know not what you call, all; but Puins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. if 1 fiucht not with fifty of them, 1 ;-n a bunch of Fal. What, upon compublion. No; were I at radith: it there were not two or three and fifty the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I upon poor old Jack, then am I no two-legg'uwould not tell you on compulsion. Give you a creature.

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

compulsion, 1. Tk. Nay, that's past praying for ; I have pep P. iiony. I'll be no longer guilty of this fin; per d two of them : two, I am sure, I have pay di chis fanguine coward, this bed-pretier, this hortituongues in bucksam fuits. I tell thee wha!, back-breaker, this huge hill of Aeth ;-Hii,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me Fala Away, you iturveling, you elf-lkin o, you horie. Thou kuow'it my old ward ; xhere I lay, dry'd neats-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish

1 Our Author here plays upon the double meaning of fint, which signifies the sharp end of a weapin, and the lace of a gurment. Tountius a point, is a phrale italian ute for the operation of cabing nature. ? Kendil zreen was the livery of Robert earl of Hurtins dun and his toiluweis while in a late of ouilawry, and their leader alluned the title of Kobin Hood. · A keek of tallow is the fat of an ox or cow roiled up by the butcher in a round lump, in order to be carried io the chandler. 4 for elfo Ain Sir Thomas Hanmer and Dr. Warburton read eclujkin ; and in our opinion juttly; as Shakipean', in this and his ensuing comparisons of the flock.fifh and dry'd neit's tonie, alludesio the leanvets or the prince, for which he had hutorical authority; the prince of Wales being represented by stowe to bave - exceeded the m.can itature of men, his neck long, body llender and lean, and his bones Imall, &c."

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0, for breath to utter what is like thes!--you Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. taylor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile P. Henry. Tell me now in earnest, How camo standing tuck ;

Falstaft's iword so hack'd ? P. llenry. Well, breathe a while, and then to it Pero. W'hy, he hack'd it with his dagger; and again: and when thou hast tir'd thyself in bale said, he would swear truth out of England, but he comparisons, hear me speak but this.

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

persuaded us to do the like, P. Henry. We two law you four set on four ; Bard. Yea, and to tickle our nof:s with speare you bound them, and were matters of their wealth. zrass, to make them bleed; and then to berlubber Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. our garments with it, and (wear 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 seven years word, out-fac'd you from your prize, and have it ; before, I blush'd to hear his monstrous devices. yea, anl can fnew it you here in the house :-and, P. Henry. () villain, thou stol'tt a cup of fack Falstaff, you carry'd your guts away as nimbly, eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the mans with as quck dexterity, and roar'd for mercy, and nery, and ever fince thou halt bluth'd extempore : still ran and roar'd, as ever I heard bull..calf. What Thou hadft fire+ and sword on thy side, and yet a Nave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou halt thou ran'st away , What instinct hadit thou for it? done ; and then tay, it was in fight? What trick, Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors: da what device, what starting hole, canst thou now you behold these exhalations ? find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent P, Henry. I do. Thame?

Bard. What think you they portend? Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick haft P. Hinry. Hot livers, and cold puries 5. thou now?

Bard. Cholero, my lord, ií rightly taken. Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that P. Henry. No, if rightly taken, halçer. made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters : Was it for mc, to kill the heir apparent ? should I turn upon

Re-enter Falstaff the true prince? Why, thou know'ft, I am as va- Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How liant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion now, my sweet creature of bombasti? How long will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great is't ago, Jack, fince thou faw't thine own knee? matter ; I was a coward on inftinct. I shall think Fal. My own knee? When I was about thy the better of myself, and thee, ring my life; I, years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; for a valiant lion, and thou, for a true prince. But, I could have crept into any allerman's thumbs lads, I am glad you have the money. -Hostess, ring 8 : A plague of sighing and grief ! it blow's a clap to the doors ; watch 10-night, pray to-mor-man up like a bladder. There's villainous new's row.--Galiants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, All the abroad : here was Sir John Braby from your fatitles of good fellowship come to you! What, thallther ; you must to the court in the morning. That we he merry! Thall we have a play extempore ? same mad fellow of the north, Percy; and he of

P. Ilenry. Content ;--and the argument shall be, Wales, that gave Amaimon the baltinado, and made thy running away.

[me. Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeFal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lov'n man upon the cross of a Welsh hook What, Enter Hoftefs.

a plague, call you him ? Hoft. My lord the prince,

l'oins, 0, Glendow'er. P. ller y. How now, my lady the hoftefs? what Fal. Owen, Owen ; the same ;--and his son-infay'st thou to me?

aw Mortimer i and old Northumberland ; and Biofi. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman' of that spriglitly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o' the court at door, would speak with you : he says, toriclack lip a hill perpendicular. he comes from your father.

P. Henry. He thue rides at high speed, and with P. Henry. Give him as much as will make him a his pistol kills a sparrow flying. royal' man, and send him back again to my mother. Fal. You have hit it. Fal. What manner of man is he?

P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow'. bior. An old man.

Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; F.... What doth gravity out of his bed at mid-| he will not run. night ? --Shall I give him his answer ?

P. Hin. Wly, what a rascal art thou then, to P. Henry. Pr’ythce, do, Jack.

praise him so for running? Frit. Faith, and I'll send him packing. (Exit. Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckow ! but, a-foot, he

1. Herry. Now, sırs; hy'r-lady, you fought fair ; will not budge a foot. -fi) did you, Peto ;- so did you, Bardolph : you P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. are loas too ; you ran away upon instinct, you will Fal. I grant ye, upon inttinct. Well, he is not touch the true prince ; no,--fie!

there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue.

I Akird of je seems to be intended here. The royal went for 105.--the noble only for 6s. 8d. 2 j. c. honej?: 3 This is a law phrase, signifying taken in the falt. 4 Alluding to his red jase. s That is, drankenness and peretty.

• A pud upon the similarity of found between collar and chvier. 7 Bombart is the stuffing of cloaths. 8 The custom of wearing a ring on the thumb is very ancieni. ? A Welk hock appars to have been some inltrument of the offenlive kind.

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caps' more: Worcester is ftolen away by night ;, be son to me, here lies the point ;-Why, being thy father's beard is turn'd white with the news ; fon to me, art thou so pointed at ? Shall the blefled you may buy land now as cheap as itinking mau kce run of heaven prove a micher, and eat black. sel.

berries ? a question not to be asked. Shall the fon P. Hen. Then, 'tis like, if there come a liot of England prove a thief, and take purses: a queiJune, and this civil butfeting hold, we shall buy tion to be alki. There is a thing, Harry, which maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hun- thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many dreils.

in our land hy the name of pitch : this prch, as Fal. By the mass, lad, thou say'ı true; it is ancient writers do report, doch defile ; fo doth the like we shall have good trading that way.—But, tell company thou keepelt: for, Harry, now I do not me, Hal, art thou not horribly aseard. Thou being speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not in plea. heir apparent, could the world pick thee out three sure, but in paflion ; not in words only, but in such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, that woes also :-And yet there is a virtuous man, {pirit Percy, and that devil Glendower. Art thou whom I have often noted in thy company, but I not horribly afraid ? doch not thy blood chrill at it: know not his name.

P. Her. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy P. Henry. What manner of man, an it like your inttinet.

majesty ? Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-mor Fal. A goodly portly man, j'faith, and a corpurow, when thou comes to thy father : if thou love lent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a me, practise an aniver.

most noble carriage ; and, as I think, his age some P. Hen. Du thou itand for my father, and ex- fifty, or, by'r-lady, inclining to threescore; and amine me upon the particulars of my life.

now I remember me, his name is Falttät: if that Ful Shall I content :- This chuir ihall be my man thould be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, tate, chis dagger my icepter, and this cuthiun my Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the fruit

m.iy be known by the tree, as the tree by the P. Her. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy fruit

, tlien, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue golden scepter for a lealen dagger, and thy pre in tiza Falitatt: him keep with, the rest b.mith. cous rich crown for a pitiful bald crown! And cell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me,

Pal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out where halt thou been this month? of thee, now shalt thou be moved.--Give me a cup P. Henry. Dort thou speak like a king? Do of iack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may thou stand for me, and I'll play iny father. be thought I have wept; for I must speak in pai Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, fion, and I will do it in king Cambyles' 2 vein. to majettically, both in word and matter, hang P. Henry. Well, here is my leg 3.

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7 rabbet-fucker, or a Fil. And here is my speech :---Stand alide, no, poulterer's hare. bility.

P. Hinry. Well, here I am set. Hi. This is excellent sport, i'faith.

Fal. And here I stand :--judge, my masters. Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, foi trickling tears P. Henry. Now, Harry? whence come you ?

Fal. My noble lord, from East-cheap. Hofr. O the father, how he holds his counte P. Henry. The complaints I hear of thee are nance!

grievous. Fal. For God's take, lords, convey my triftiul Ful. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :--nay, queen,

I'll tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith. For tears do stop the food-gates of her eyes. P. Henry. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? hence

Harl. O rare! he doth it as like one of theie forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carharlotry players, as I ever see.

ried away from grace : there is a devil haunts Fal. Peace, gordi pint-por ; peace, good tickle thee, in the likeneis of a fat old man ; a tun of brain t.--Harry, I do not only marve! where man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse thou spendent thy time, but also how thou art ac- with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch 3 companied : for though the camomile, the more of beartliness, that swoln parcel of dropties, that it is trouden on, the fatter it grows, yet youth, huge bonbard of fack, that stuft cloak-bag of the more it is watted, the sooner it wears. That suits, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudthou art my son, 1 liave partly thy mother's word,ding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey inipartiy my own opinion ; but chiefly, a villainoes quicy, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Erick of thine eye, and a foolith hanging of thy wherein is he good, but to taste fack and drink it? nether lip, that doch warrant me. If then chou Wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon

are vall.

i Meaning Scots, who wore blue bonnets. 2 Alhiding to the tragedy of Cambyses king of Persia, written by Thomas Preston. 3. That is, my obeisance to my father. 4 Probably the pick-name of fome ftrong liquor. s This fpecch was perhaps intended by our author as a ridicule on the public oratory of that time.

6 j.e. truani. To mich (pronounced ankc), is to lurk out of light, a hedge-creeper. 7 i.e. a fucking rabbit. A poulterer's hare means, a haré hung up by the hind legs without a skin, and which is long and flender. $ A bolting-huich is the wooden receptacle into which the meal is boited,

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