Enter, PETO. P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news? Peto. The King your father is at Westminster; And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, Come from the north: and, as I came along, I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, And asking every one for sir John Falstaff. P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time; When tempest of commotion, like the south Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. Give me my sword, and cloak:-Falstaff, good night. [Exeunt P. HENRY, POINS, PETO, and BARD. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. [knocking heard.] More knocking at the door? Re-enter BARDOLPH. How now? what's the matter? Bard. You must away to court, Sir, presently; a dozen captains stay at door for you. -- Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah, [To the Page.]-Farewell, hostess;-farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after; the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is call'd on. Farewell, good wenches -If I be not sent away post, I will see you again ére I go. - my Dol. I cannot speak; If heart be not ready to burst: Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Host. Well, fare thee well I have known thee these twenty nine years, come peascod-times but an honester, and truer-hearted man, Well, fare thee well. Bard. [Within.] Mistress Tear-sheet master. 9209 K. Hen. Go, call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these t icdeiters, Aul well consider of them : Make good speed. [Exit Page. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! Sleep, gentle Nature's soft nurse, how have 1 frighted sleep, thee, ་་ ind bad yok That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slum-, bergue w Than the perfum'd chambers of the great, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? A And 147 Deny it to a King? Then, happy bow, lie down! Enter WARWICK and SURREY, War. Many good morrows to your Majesty! K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my Lords. Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? War, We have, my Lioge. K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our Hojom kingdom How foul it is, what rank diseases grow, 1 1 Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth,viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would' shut the book, and sit him down and die. 'Tis not ten years gone, ་ Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, my My cousin Bolingbroke ascends throne; Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent; But that necessity so bow'd the state, so went on, Shall break into corruption: War. There is a history in all men's lives, Such things become the hatch and brood of time; ་ ་ ་ And, by the necessary form of this, Which should not find a ground to root upon, K. Hen. Are these things then necessities? 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. tong h War. It cannot be fomy Lord; Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feard: Please it your Grace, |