Enter Sheriff, and Carrier. Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me? Sher. First pardon me, my Lord. cry A hue and Hath followed certain men into this house. P. Hen. What men? Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious Lord; A gross fat man. Car. As fat as butter. P. Hen. The man, 1 do assure you, is not here; For I myself at this time have employ'd him. Have in this robbery lost tlemen three hundred marks. if he have robb'd these men, He shall be answerable, and so, farewell. P. Hen. I think, it is good morrow; Is it not? Sher. Indeed, my Lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, call him forth. Poins. Falstaff fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse. P. Hen. Hark how hard he fetches breath: Search his pockets. [PoINS searches.] What hast thou found? Poins. Nothing but papers, my Lord. P. Hen. Let's see what they be read them. Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d. Item, Sauce, 4d. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. Item, Bread, a halfpenny. P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!— What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score, The money shall be paid back again with advant age. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins, Poins. Good morrow, good my Lord. [Exeunt. ACT III, SCENE I Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's House. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER. Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope. Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur: For by that name as oft as Lancaster Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven. Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets; and, at my birth The frame and the foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward. Hot. Why, so it would have done At the same season, if your mother's cat had But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook. Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth Within her womb; which, for enlargement striv ing, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down Steepels, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, In passion shook. Glend. Cousin, of many men ད I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better I will to dinner. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can ; or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command The devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the de vil. If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I have power do shame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Mort. Come, come, devil. No more of this unprofitable chat. Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right, According to our threefold order ta'en? England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, My father Glendower is not ready yet, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days: Within that space, [To GLEND.] you may have drawn together |