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Re-enter the Hostess. Hoft. O, my lord, my

lord! Fal. Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddlestick what's the matter?

Hoft. The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door: the are come to fearch the house. Shall I let them in?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? Never call a true piece of gol a counterfeit; thou art essentially mad, without seemingla P. Henry. And thou a natural coward, without instinct

. Fal. I deny your major: If you will deny the Sherif. so; if not, let him enter. If I become not a cart as well a another man, a plague on my bringing up; I hope I shall a foon be itrangled with a halter as another.

P. Henry. Go, hide thee behind the arras, the reit wat up above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good conscience.

Fal. Both which I have had; but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me. [Exeunt Falstaff, Bardolph, S. P. Henry. Call in the Sheriff.

Enter Sheriff and Carrier.
Now, master Sheriff, what is your will with me?

Sher. Firít, pardon me, my lord.--A hue and cry
Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.

P. Henry. What men?

Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord, A grofs fat man.

Car. As fat as butter.

P. Henry. The man, I do assure you, is not here,
For I myself at this time have employ'd him;
And, Sheriff, I engage my word to thee,
That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
Send him to answer thee, or any man,
For any thing he shall be charg’d withal;
And so let me intreat you leave the house.

Sher. I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.

P. Henry. It may be fo ; if he have robb’d these men, He shall be answerable; and so farewel.

Sber. Good night, my noble lord.
P. Henry. I think it is good morrow, is it not?

Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.. [Exit.

P. Henry. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's; go call him forth. Peto. Falstaffs faft asleep behind the arras,

and snorting like a horse.

P. Henry. Hark! how hard he fetches breath! Search his pockets. [He fearches his pockers, and fixds certain papers.

P. Henry. What haft thou found?

Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord.
P. Henry. Let's fee, what be they? read them.

Peto. Item, a capon, 25. 2d.
Item, Sauce, 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Iten, Anchovies and fack after supper, 25. 6d. ,
Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

P. Henry. O monstrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else, keep close, we'll read it at more advantage; there let liim sleep till day. I'll to the Court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place ihall be honourabič. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve score. The money hall be pajci back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Peto. Peto. Good morrow, good my lord.




Act III. SCENE I. The Palace in London. Enter King Henry in his Night Gown, with a Page.

K. HENRY. call the Earls of Surry and of Warwick : But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, And well consider of them. Make good speed. {Exit Pin How many thousands of my poorelt subjects Are at this hour alleep! O gentle Sleep,




Scenes from Shakspeare's Plays.
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets (tretching thee,
And husht with buzzing night-flies to thy Number,
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly itate,
And lullid with sounds of sweetest melody?
O thou dull God, why ly'lt thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leav't the kingly couch
A watch-cafe or a common larum-bell?
Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the mip-boy's eyes, and rock his brainş,
In cradle of the rude imperious surge ;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deafʼning clamours in the slipp’ry Throuds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes!
Canit thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose
To the vet sea-boy in an hour fo rude;
And, in the calmeit and the stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a King ?. Then happy lowly clown,
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Enter Warwick and Surrey.
War. Many good-morrows to your Majestyi!
K. Henry. Is it good morrow, lords ?
War. 'Í'is one o'clock, and past.
K. Henry. Why, then, good morrow to you. Well my

lords, Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?

War. We have, my Leige.

K. Henry. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom, How foul it is ; what rank diseases grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it.

War. It is but as a body yet diftempered, Which to its former strength may be restorid,

Were at wars.

With good advice and little medicine ;
My lord, Northumberland will soon be cool'd.
K. Henry. Oh, heaven, that one might read the book of

And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the fea; -and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were feen,
The happielt youth, viewing his progress through,
What perils past

, what crosses to ensue,
Wou'd put the book, and fit him down, and die.
'Tis not ten years gone,
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together; and in two years after

It is but eight years since This Percy was the man nearest my faul; Who, like a brother, toild in my affairs, And laid his love and life under my

foot; Yea, for

my fake, e'en to the eyes of Richard, Gave him defiance. But which of you was by ? (You, cousin Nevil, as I I may remember)

[7. T'ar.
When Richard, with his eye briunful of tears,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,
Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy.

Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke afcends my Throne:
Though then, heav'n knows, I had no such intent;
But that Necessity so bow'd the State,
That I and Greatness were compellid to kiss :
"The time will come, thus did he follow it,
The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,

Shall break into corruption :' so went on,
Foretelling this same time's condition,
And the division of our amity.

War. There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,


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Unless on you

With a near aim of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
And by the neceflary form of this,
King Richard might create a perfect guess,
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would of that feed grow to a greater falseness,
Which should not find a ground to root upon,

K. Henry. Are these things then neceflities?
Then let us meet them like necessities;
And that same word even now cries out on us.
They say, the Bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.

War. It cannot be:
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your Grace
To go to bed. Upon my life, my Lord,
The pow'rs that you already have sent forth;
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort

you the more, I have receiv'd
A certain inftance that Glendower is dead.
Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
And these unreason'd hours perforce must add

K. Henry. I will take your counsel;
And were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear Lords, unto the Holy Land


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