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FIRST PART OF
K I N G H E N R Y lv.
А ст І.
SC E N É I.
London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir WAL
TER BLyxt, and Others,
K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan witli
like the meteors of a troubled hea
All of one nature, of one substance bred,
meet in the intestine shock
No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
Then let me
West. My Liege, this haste was hot in question,
that the noble Mortiiner, Leading the men of Herefordshire lo fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, And a thousand of his people butchered : Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse, Such beastly, shameless transformation, By those Welshwoinen done, as may not be, Without much shame, retold or spoken of. k. Hen. It seems then the tidings of this
broil Brake off our business for the holy land. West. This malch'd with other, did, my
For more uneven and unwelcome news
The Earl of Douglas is discomfited ;
West. In faith, It is a conquest for a Prince to boast of. K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st une said, and
mak'st me sin In
lord Northumberland Should be the father of so blest a son: A son, who is the theme of honour's longue ;
Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects; Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.
K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords ; But come yourself with speed to us again; For more is to be said, and to be done, Than out of anger can be uttered. West. I will, my Liege.
Another Room in the Palace, Enter PIENRY, Prince of Wales, and FALST.4FP.
Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad 3
P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and unbultoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand ihat truly which thou would'st truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? unless hours were cups of sack, and miuntes capons, anal clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colour'd taffala; I sec no, rcason, why thou should'st be superlinous lo demand the time of the day.
Fal. Iuileed, you come near me, now Hal: for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and nol by Phoebus, --he, that wandering knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art King, as, God save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have zone,)
P. Hen. What! uone?
Fal. No, hy my troch; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egs anıl butter,
P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, roundly.
Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art Hing, let not us, that are squires of the night's boily, be call'd thieves of the day's beauty ; let us be — Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the inoon : And let men say, we be micn of gooil government; being govern’ıl as the sea is, by our voble and chaste mistress the moon, under wliose countenance we - steal.
P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too: for the fortune of iis, that are the moon's men, doch ebb and flow like the sea; been govern'd as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: A purse of goli inost resolutely snatch'd