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Wor. And’tis no little reason bids us speed, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak To save our heads by raising of a head :* Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, For, bear ourselves as even as we can, To keep his anger still in motion.

The king we always think him in our debt; Wor. Hear you,

And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Cousin; a word.

Till he hath found a time to pay us home. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,* And see already, how he doth begin Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: To make us strangers to his looks of love. And that same sword-and-bucklert Prince of Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd Wales.

on him, But that I think his father loves him not, Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in And would be glad he met with some mis.

this, chance,

Than I by letters shall direct your course, I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,)

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; When you are better temper'd to attend. Where you and Douglas, and our powers at North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impa

once, tient fool

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet, Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and North. Farewell, good brother: we shall scourg'd with rods,

thrive, I trust. Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

short, In Richard's time,-What do you call the Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our place?


[Exeunt. A plague upon't !-it is in Gloustershire;*I'was where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept;

His uncle York ;-where I first bow'd my knee
Unto this king of siniles, this Bolingbroke,

SCENE 1.-Rochester.-An Inn Yard. When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. Enter a Carrier, with a Lantern in his hand:

North. At Berkley castle.
Hot. You say true:-

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be pot four by the Why, what a candy deal of courtesy

day, I'll be hanged : Charles' waint is over This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. Look,-when his infant fortune came to age,

What, ostler! And-gentle Harry Percy,-and, kind cousin,- Ost. [Within.] Anon, anon. 0, the devil take such cozeners !- -God for

i Car. I pry'thee Tom, beat Cut'st saddle, give me!

put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done,

wrung in the withers out of all cess. Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again; We'll stay your leisure.

Enter another CARRIER. Hot. I have done, i'laith.

2 Car. Pease and beans are as danki| bere Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pris- as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor

Ljades the bots: this house is turned upside Deliver them up without their ransom straight, down, since Robin ostler died. And make the Douglas' son your only mean 1 Car. Poor fellow ! never joyed since the For powers in Scotland; which,—for divers price of oats rose; it was the death of him. reasons,

2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous Which I shall send you written,-be assur'd, house in all London road for fleas: I am stung Will easily be granted.—You, my lord, - like a fench.**

[To NORTHUMBERLAND. 1 Car. Like a tepch? by the mass, there is Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,- ne'er a king in Christendom could be better Shall secretly into the bosom creep.

bit than I have been since the first cock. Of that same noble prelate, well belov’d,

2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorThe archbishop:

den, and then we leak in your chimney; and Hot. Of York, is't not ?

your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.tt Wor. True; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol the lord Scroop. banged, come away.

1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be I speak not this in estimation,ll

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two As what I think might be, but what I know

razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as CharIs ruminated, plotted, and set down;

ingcross. And only stays but to behold the face

1 Car. ’Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

are quite starved. -What, ostler !-A plague Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed let'st slip.

as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a poble villain.--Come, and be hanged:-Hast no faith plot:

in thee? And then the power of Scotland, and of York,To join with Mortimer, ha?

Enter GADSHILL. Wor. And so they shall.

Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

* A body of forces. The constellation Ursa mglor. Refuse.

Name of his horse. Measure. || Wet. 'I Warme + The term for a blustering quarrelsome fellow.

** Spoticu like a tench. Mind, humour. Sugared. || Conjectura,

++ A small fish supposed to breed fleas



I Car. I think it be two o'clock.

Guds. Go to; Homo is a common name to all Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of my gelding in the stable.

the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. i Car. Nay, sott, I pray ye; I know a trick I

[Exeunt. worth two of that, i'faith. Guds. I pr’ythee, lend me thine.

SCENE II.-The Road by Gadshill. 2 Cur. Ay, when? canst tell?—Lend me thy Enter Prince Henry, and Poins; BARDOLPH lantern, quoth a?-marry, I'll see thee hanged

and Peto, at some distance. first. Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean moved Falstaff's horse, and he frets like

Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have reto come to London?

gummed velvet. 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a

P. Hen. Stand close. candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will

Enter Falstaff. along with company, for they have great Ful. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins ! charge.

[Exeunt CARRIERS. Gads. What ho! chamberlain !

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; What

a brawling dost thou keep? Cham. [Within.) At hand,qnoth pick-purse. Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?

Guds. That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the chamberlain: for thou variest no more hill; I'll go seek him. [Pretends to seek Poins.

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the from picking of purses, than giving direction Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.company: the rascal hath removed my horse,

and tied him I know not where. If I travel Enter CHAMBERLAIN.

but four foot by the squire* further afoot, I Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but holds current, that I told you yesternight: to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape hangThere's a franklint in the wild of Kent, hath ing for killing that rogue. I have forsworn brought three hundred marks with him in gold: his company hourly any time this two-andI heard him tell it to one of his company, last twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that rogue's company. If the rascal have not given hath abundance of charge too, God knows me medicinest to make me love him, I'll be what. They are up already, and call for eggs hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk and butter: They will away presently.. medicines.-Poins !-Hal!-a plague upon

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint you both!- Bardolph !--Peto!—I'll starve, ere Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck. I'll rob a foot further. An'twere not as good

Chum. No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee, keep a deed as drink, to turn truet man, and leave that for the hangman; for, I know, thou wor- these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever ship’st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven falsehood may.

ground, is threescore and ten miles atoot with Guds. What talkest thou to me of the hang- me; and the stony-hearted villains know it man? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves for, if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me cannot be true to one another! [They whistle.] and, thou knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! Whew!-A plague upon you all! Give me my there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be of, the which, for sport sake, are content to hanged. do the profession some grace; that would, if P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay matters should be looked into, for their own thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with canst hear the tread of travellers. no foot land-rakers,ß no long-staff, sixpenny Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, strikers; none of these mad, mustachio purple- being down?' 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and tran- fiesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy quillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers; Il father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye such as can hold in; such as will strike sooner to colts me tbus? han speak, and speak sooner than drink, and P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie; for art uncolted. they pray continually to their saint, the com- Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to monwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but my horse; good king's son. prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, P. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your and make her their boots. I

ostler! Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots? Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-appawill she hold out water in foul way?

rent garters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. Guds. She will, she will; justice, hath li- | An I have not ballads made on you all, and quored her.** We steal us in a castle, cock sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, we poison : When a jest is so forward, and afoot walk invisible.

too,-I hate it. Cham. Nay, by my faith? I think you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed,

Enter GadshiLL. for your walking invisible.

Gads. Stand. Gads. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a

Fal. So I do, against my will. share in our purchase,tt as I am a truett man.

Poins. 0, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

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

Bard. What news? + Freeholder.

Cant term for highwaymen. Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors Footpads.

|| Public accountants. Booty. ** Oileri, smoothed her over. Square. + Lore-powder.

Honest * la what acquire.

:: Honest.

il!aic a youngster of me.

there's money of the king's coming down the Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, bill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer. And lards* the lean earth as he walks along:

Ful. You lie, you rogue ; 'tis going to the Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. king's tavern.

Poins. How the rogue rvar'd ! [Exeunt. Gads. There's enough to make us all. fal. To be hanged.

SCENE III.- Warkuorth.-A Roorn in the P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in

Castle. the narrow lane; Ned Poins, and I, will walk lower: if they 'scape fronı your encounter,

Enter Hotspur, reading a Letter. then they light on us. Peto. How many be there of them?

-But, for mine oun part, my lord, I could

be well contented to be there, in respect of the Gads. Some eight, or ten. Fal. 'Zounds ! will they not rob us?

love I bear your house.—He could be contented, P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir Jolin Paunch? Why is he not then? In respect of the love Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your his own barn better than he loves our house.

he bears our house :-he shows in this, he loves grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal. P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.

Let me see some more. The purpose you underPoins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind take, is dangerous ;-Why, that's certain ; 'tis the hedge; when thou needest him, there thou but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle,

dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink: shalt find him. Farewell, and stand last.

Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be danger, we pluck this lower, safety. The pur" hanged.

pose you undertake, is dangerous ; the friends you P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?

have named, uncertain ; the time itself unsorted; Poins. Here, hard by ; stand close.

and your u kole plot too light, for the counterpoise [Exeunt' P. Henpand Poins. Of so great an opposition.--Say you so, say you Ful. Now, my masters, happs man be his so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, dole,* say I; every man to his business.

cowardiy nind, and you lic. What a lack

brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is a good Enter TRAVELLERS.

plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and

constant : a good plot, good friends, and full 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead of expectation : an excellent plot, very good our horses down the hill : 'we'll wa!'s afoot a friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? while, and ease our legs.

Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and Thieves. Stand.

the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an Trav. Jesu bless us !

I were now by this rascal, I could brain him Fal. Strike; down with them ; cut the vil. with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, rains 'throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars ! ba- my uncle, and myself? lord Edward Mortimer, con-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down my lord of York, and Owen Glendower ? Is with them ; fleece them.

there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not 1 Trav. (, we are undone, both we and ours, all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth for ever.

of the next month ? and are they not, some of Ful. Hang ye, gorbelliedt knaves ; Are ye them, set forward already? What a pagan undone ? No, yet fat chutfs ;+ 1 would, your rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you shall see store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, knaves? young men must live: You are grand- will he to the king, and lay open all our projurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.

ceedings. 0, I could divide myself, and go to [Exeunt FastAFF, &c. driving the TRA- buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed VELLERS out.

milk with so honourable an action ! Hang him!

let him tell the king: We are prepared: I will Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins. set forward to-night. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: Now could thou and I rob the thieves,

Enter Lady Percy. and go merrily to London, it would be argu; How now, Kate? I must leave you within ments for a week, laughter for a month, and

these two hours. a good jest for ever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus

alone ?

For what offence have I, this fortnight, been Re-enter Thieves.

A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from then to horse before day. 'An the prince and

thee Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? equity stirring; there's no more valour in that Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; Poins, than in a wild duck.

And start so often when thou sii'st alone? P. Hen. Your money. (Rushing out upon them. Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy Poins. Villains.

cheeks; [As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, set upon them. Falstaff, after a blow or To thick-ey'd musing, and curs d melancholy? two, and the rest, run away, learing their In thy faint slumbers, I by thec have watch'd, booty behind thein.)

And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars: P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; to horse :

Cry, Courage!-to the field? And thou hast The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with

talk'd fear

Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, teats, So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets; Each takes his fellow for an officer.

Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;

Portion. + Fat, corpulent. ; Clowns. A subjact.

* Drops his fat


Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers stain, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know:
And all the 'currents* of a heady fight. And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate!
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, Lady. How! so far?
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you,
That beadst of sweat have stood upon thy


Whither I go, thither shall you go too; Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream: To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you. And in thy face strange motions have ap- Will this content you, Kate? pear'd,

Ludy. It must, of force.

[Exeur, Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden haste. 0, what por

SCENE IV:-Eastcheap:-A Room in the tents are these?

Boar's Head Tavern. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

Enter Prince HENRY and Poins. And I must know it, else he loves me not. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat

room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.

Poins. Where hast been, Hal?

P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have Hot. Hath Butler brought thesc horses from sounded the very base string of humility. the sheriff?

Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash* of drawe Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even ers; and can call them all by their Christian now.

names, as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it take it already upon their salvation, that, not?

though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the Sero. It is, my lord.


of courtesy ; and tell me flatly, I am no Hot. That roan shall be my throne.

proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian,t. Well, I will back him straight: O esperance! a lad of mettle, a good boy,--by the Lord, so Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. they call me; and when I am king of England,

[Exit Servant. I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap: Luy. But hear you, my lord.

They call-drinking deep, dying scarlet; and Hot. What say'st, my lady?

when you breathe in your watering, they Lady. What is it carries you away?

cry-hem! and bid you play it off.— To conHot. My horse,

clude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter My love, my horse.

of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape!

bis own language during my life. I tell thee, A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, Ned, thou hast lost much bonour, that thou As you are toss'd with. In faith,

wert not with me in this action. But, sweet I'll know your business, Harry, that I will, Ned,—to sweeten which name of Ned, I give I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even About his title; and hath sent for you, now in my hand by an under-skinker;t one To lines his enterprize: But if you go that never

spake other English in his lite, than Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. -Eight shillings and sixpence, and-You are

Lady. Come, come, you paraquito,ll answer welcome; with this shrill addition;- Anon, anon, Direcily to this question that I ask. [me Sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon, In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou stand in Hot. Away,

some by-room, while I question my puny Away, you trifler!- Love?- I love thee pot, drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world; and do thou never leave calling-Francis, To play with mammets, f and to tilt with lips: that his tale to me may be nothing but-anon. We must have bloody noses, and crack'd Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent. crowns,

Poins. Francis ! And pass them current too.-Gods me, my

P. Hen. Thou art perfect. horse!

Poins. Francis!

[Exit Porns. What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have with me?

Enter FRANCIS. Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, in- Frun. Anon, anon, Sir.-Look down into the deed?

Pomegranate, Ralph.
Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?

Fran. My lord.
Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no.

P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Fran. Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

cis? And when I am o’horse-back, I will swear Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;

toI must not have you henceforth question me

Poins. [Wilhin.] Francis! Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:

Fran. Anon, anon, Sir. Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude, P. Hen. Five years! by’rlady, a long lease This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. for the clinking of pewte. But, Francis I know you wise; but yet no further wise,

darest thou be so valiant, as to play the coward Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are;

with thy indenture, and to show it a fair pait But yet a woman: and for secresy,

of heels, and run from it? No lady closer; for I well believe,

Fran. O lord, Sir! I'll be sworn upon all the

books in England, I could find in my heart, Ocenrrences + Drops.

Poins. (Within.] Francis ! Motto of the Percy family. Strengthen. Parrot. s Puppets. * Threc. + A wencher.


fran. Anon, anon, Sir.

| dame Mortimer his wife. Riro, says the drunk. P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis? ard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.

Pran. Let me see,-About Michaelmas next I shall her

Enter Falstaff, Gadshi.L, BARDOLPH, ang Poins. [Within.) Francis !

Pero. Fran. Anon, Sir.--Pray you, stay a little, Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou my lord.

been? P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For Ful. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a thesugarthou gavest me,-'twas a pennyworth, vengeance too ! marry, and amen! Give me a was't not?

cup of sack, boy.-Ere I lead this life song, Fran. () lord, Sir! I would, it had been two, I'll sew netherstocks,* and mend them, and

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand foot them too. A plague of all cowards !–Give pound : ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt me a cup of sack, rogue.-Is there no virtue have it.


[He drinks. Poins. [Within.] Francis!

P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a Frun. Anon, anon.

dish of butter? pitiful hearted Titan, that meltP. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but ed at the sweet tale of the son! it thou didst, to-morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thurs- then behold that compound. day; or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But,

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: Francis,

There is nothing but roguery to be found in Fran. My Jord ?

villanous man: Yet a coward is worse than a P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, cup of sack with lime in it; a villanous cowcrystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-ard.-Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spa- wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot nish-poucli,

upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten Fran. O lord, Sir, who do you mean? herring. There live not three good men un

P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard* is hanged in England; and one of them is fat, your only drink: for, look you, Francis, your and grows oli: God help the while! a bad white canvass doublet will sully: in Barbary, world, I say! I would, I were a weaver; I Sir, it cannot come to so much.

could'sing psalms or any thing : A plague of Fruin. What, Sir ?

all cowards, I say still. Poins. [Within.] Francis!

P. Hon. How now, woul-sack? what mutter P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear them call ?


Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out, (Here they both call him; the Drawer stands of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive umuzed, not knowing which way to go. all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild Enter VINTNER.

geese, l'll never wear hair on my face more.

You prince of Wales ! Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! such a calling? Look to the guests within. what's the matter! [Exit Fran.] My lord, old Sir John, with half Ful. Are you not a coward? answer me to a dozen more, are at the door ; Shall'I let them that; and Poins there?

Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then me coward, I'll stab thee. open the door. [Exit VINTNER.] Poins !

Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned

ere I call thee coward: but I would give a Re-enter Poiss.

thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou Poins. Anon, anon, Sir.

You are straight enough in the shoul. P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the ders, you care not who sees your back: Call thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry?

you that backing of your friends ? A plague

upon such backing! give me them that will Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But face me.--Give me a cup of sack :-I am a hark ye; What cunning match have you made rogue, if I drunk to-day. with this jest of the drawer? come,

what's the

P. Hen. () villain! thy lips are scarce wiped issue ?

since thou drunk'st last. P. Hon. I am now of all humours, that have show'd themselves humours, since the old days ards, still say I.

Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cow.

[He drinks. of goodman Adamı, to the pupil age of this P. Hen. What's the matter? present twelve o'clock at midnight. [Re-enter Francis with Wine.) What's o'clock, Francis ? here bave ta'en a thousand pound this morning.

Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us Fran. Anon, anon, Sir.

P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it? P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have

Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hunfewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of dred upon poor four of us. a woman!-His industry is-up-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a

P. Hen. What, a hundred, man? Teckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the sword with a dozen of them two hours together.

Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half Hotspur of the north; be that kills me some I have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight timea six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, thrust through the doublet; four, through the washes his hands, and says to his wife,-Fie hose; my buckler cut through and through; upon this quiet life! I want work., O my sweet my sword hacked like a hand-saw, ecce signum. Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to- I never dealt better since I was a man; all day? "Gire my roan horse a drench, says he; and would not do. A plague of all cowards !-- Let answers, Some fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, them speak: if they speak more or less than a trifle. 'I prythee, call in Falstaff ; I'll play truth, they are villains, and the sous of darts. Percy, and that damned brawn shall play


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