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P. Hon. We two saw you four set on four you bound them, and were masters of their weath Mark now, how plam a tale shall put you d Then did we two set on you four: and, wi word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and in show it you hire in the i ascr Fabtail, you carried your ga's away as mun y with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy,our! still ran and roared, as ever I hard buncak What a slave art thon, to hack thy sword as tra hast done; and then say, it was in fi hit! Want trick, what device, what starting hole, caust thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame ? -> thon now Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack: What trick hist Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that Why, hear ye, my masters; Was it for me to kill the heir apparent? Should I torn i pon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct : the In will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a gr matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall tonk the better of myself and thee, daing my 1. for a valiant fion, and thon for a true pupee. Bat. by the Lor, Lads, I am glad you have the my. -Hostess, clap to the ders; watch to it, pray to-morrow. - Galluts, Lids, boys, hears of 1 gold, all the tits of good fellowship coar to you! What, shall we be merry? shall we have a play extempore

made ye.

ZW. at brand you they portend.
PH It lives and cold purses.
Bird Cheler my lord, if rightly taken.
P.H2, Noi, rightly taken, halter.

He enter FALSTATE.

Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone
Flow now, my sweet creature of bombast! How
I ng ist ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own
knee?

Fol. My own knee? when I was about thy years,
Hal. I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I
could have crept into any alderman's thumb ring:
A plagre of sighing and grief! it blows a man up
like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad
here
was sit John Bracy from your father; yon
must to the comt in the moring. That same mad
Icow of the North, Percy; and he of Wales, that
gave Aption the bastinado, and made Lucifer
enckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman
upon the closs of a Welsh hook-What, a plague,
ell you hum?

Ps. O. Glendower.

Fal. Oven, Owen; the same;-and his son-inTtw, lubne and old Northumberland; and that spi-16y Sect of Scots, Douglas that ruas oberschick up a hill perpendicular.

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P. Hen. Content;-and the argument sh..ll be thy rang away.

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Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou love st
Enter Hostess.

Host. My lord the prince;

P. Hon. How now, my lady the hostess? what say'st then to me?

Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door, would speak with you: he Says he

comes from your father.

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Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight-Shall I give him his answer" P. Hen. Prythee, do, Jack.

Fxil.

Fal Faith, and I'll send him packing. P. Hen. Now, sirs; by r lady, you fought fair: -so did you, Peto;-so did you, Bardolph: you are lious too, you ran away upon instinet, you will not touch the true prince; no, fy!

Bard. Faith, I ran when I saw others run. P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came Falstaff's sword so hacked?

Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and said, he would swear truth out of England, but he would make you believe it was done in fight; and persuaded us to do the like.

Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear grass, to make them bleed; and then to beshibber our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not this seven years before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices, P. Hn. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thon hast blushed extempore: Thon nadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou run'st away; What instinct hadst tha for it. Bard. My lord, dx you see th sp meteors' do ye nebold these exhalations?

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P. I. S dd he never the sparrow.

1/ va il, that rascal hith good mettle ia lúm ;
Il not rin.

P. Hon. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to
se his so for runnin, ?
Fal.

horseback, ye cuckoo' but, afoot, he win not be, e a foot.

P. Hien. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

Fil. I grant yo, upon mstinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blueCaps more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard is tund whit with the news, you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

P. Hen. Why then, tis like, if there come a hot June, and this civil buticting hold, we shall boy maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the huu dreds.

Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like, we shall have good trading that way. But, tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? thou being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out tinee such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, that spint Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thon not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill

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P. Hon. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown!

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite or of thee, no, shalt thou be moved.--Give nie a cup of sack, to ure mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in kan, Cambyses' vein.

P. Hon. Well, Lere is my leg.

Fal. And here is my specele---Stand aside, co-
bility.

Host. This excellent sport, i'faith.
Fal. Weep not, sweet q ern, for trickling tear-

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Hest. O, the father, how he holds his countequeeu, Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. Host. O rare! he doth it as like one of these harlotry players, as I ever see.

Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good ticklebrain-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but, also how thou art accompanied for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my So, I have partly thy mother's word partly my own but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, Opinion: and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point:-Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take porses? a question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, which thon hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes also:-And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I Laow not his name.

P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your majesty?

Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtie in bis looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now, thou ughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this

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P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracions boy? henceCrth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the Ekeness of a fat old man: a ton of man is thy Why dost thou converse with that tras of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, st swold parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of rk, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that Perend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, starity in years? Wherein is he good, but to tte sick and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, 54 to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, bt is crait? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherelumes, but in all things? wherein worthy, Lata sothing?

Fa. I would, your grace would take me with von; Whom means your grace?

P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of th. Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Pal My lord, the man I know.

PHI know, thon dost.

F But to say, I know more harm in him than

in myself, were to say more than I know. That he is old, (the more the pity,) his white hairs do witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence,) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: ifto be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord; hanish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish pot him thy Harry's company; banish plump Jack, aud banish all the world.

P. Hen. I do, I will. (A knocking heard.) [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. Re-enter BARDOLPH, running. Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a most monstrous watch, is at the door.

Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff. Re-enter Hostess, hastily.

Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord!Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: What's the matter?

Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house: Shall I let them in ?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit thou art essentially mad, without seeming so. [instinct.

P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriui, so; if not, let him enter; if I become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a

halter, as another.

P. Hen. Go, hide thee belund the arras ;-the rest walk 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 all but the Prince and Poins. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff

Enter Sheriff and Carrier.

Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me.
Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
P. Hen. What men?
Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious
A gross fat inan.

Car.

As fat as butter.

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P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here;
For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
And, sheriff, I will 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 charged withal.
And so let me entreat you leave the house.
Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these
(men,
He shall be answerable; and so, farewell.
Sher. Good night, my noble lord.
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 suorting 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, 24. 2d.

Item, Sauce, 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 54. 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 advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins.

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENB I-Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's House.

Cater HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER.

Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction, full of prosperous hope,

Hot. Lord Mortimer.-aud cousin Glendower,Will you sit down

And, uncle Worcester:-A plague upon it!
I have forgot the map.

No, here it is.

Gen.
St. cousin Percy; sit, good consin Hotspur :
For by that nanie as oft as Lancaster

Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with
A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

Ho. And you in heid, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower s, oke of.

Glend. I cannot bla ne him at my nativity,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes
Of berning crescents; and, it my buth,
The frame an i te foundation of the carth
Shak'd like a coward.

H:
Why, so it would have done
At the same season, if your mother's cat had
Bet kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Glena 1 say, the earth did shake, when I was

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By telling truth; Tell truth and shame the devil.If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.— Mort. Come, come,

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.

[too! Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name ? Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right,

According to our three-fold order ta'en?

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally:
England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By south and east, is to my part assign'd:
All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower:-and, dear coz, to you,
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being sealed interchangeably,

A business that this night may execute,)
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,

Aud my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

My father Glendower is not ready yet.
Nor shall we need is telp these fourteen days:-
Within that space, to Giend, you may have drawn

together.

Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
Gend. A sorter time shall send me to you, lords
And in my conduct shall your ladies come :
From whom you now mist steal, and take no leave;
For there wii be a world of water shed,
Lo the part of your wives and you.

here,

Ht. Mettanks, my mety, north from Burton

In quantity equals not ne of yours.

See, how tas river comes me cranking in,
And casne, from the best of ail toy land,
Abdu, a mustros carte out.

I... Ave the corrent in tus place damm'd up:
Arivere tiesa gand siver Trent shall run.

* In a new clone, fair and every.

It's all rest wited with sen a deep indent,
Torore t so rich a bit m here.

Gen. Not wind it shall, it must; you see it

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And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; A virtue, that was never seen in you.

Het. Marry; and I'm glad of it with all my heart; I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew,

Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
Thad rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,

Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree;

And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
Ts like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.

Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice as much land To any well-deserving friend;

Bet, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

Il cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

(night:

[Exit.

Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by
Til haste the writer, and, withal,
Break with your wives of your departure hence:
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,
So much she doateth on her Mortimer.
Mort. Fy, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!
Hot, I cannot choose sometimes he angers me,
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies;
And of a dragon and a finless fish,

A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

Aad such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

As pats me from my faith. I tell you what,

He held me but last night, at least nine hours,
In reckoning up the several devils' names,

That were his lackeys: I cried, humph,-and, well, -go to,

Bat mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As a tired horse, a railing wife;

Worse than a smoky house:-I had rather live
With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far,
Thas feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any summer-house in Christendom.

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;
Exceedingly well read, and profited

le strange concealments; valiant as a lion,
And wondrous affable; and as bountiful
A mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does:
warrant you, that man is not alive,

Might so have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger or reproof;

And do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

Wor. la faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;

And since your coming hither have done enough

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opet him quite beside his patience.

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:

Though sometimes it show greatness, courage,

blood,

And that's the dearest grace it readers you,)
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,

Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,

Leseth men's hearts; and leaves behind & stain
on the beauty of all parts besides,
Beguiling them of commendation.

[speed! Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part

with you, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Mort. Good father, tell her,-that she, and my aunt Percy.

Shell follow in your conduct speedily, (Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same.)

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(Lady M. speaks.)

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine
And that's a feeling disputation:
But I will never be a truant, love,
Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penu'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division to her lute.

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
(Lady M. speaks again.
Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this
Glend. She bids you,

Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep.
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

[sing: Mort. With all my heart Til sit, and hear her By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Glend. Do

And those musicians, that shall play to yo,
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;
Yet straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [thy lap. (Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the music plays.)

Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands
Welsh ;

And 'tis no marvel, he's so humourous.
By'r lady, he's a good musician.

Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical: for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.

Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken;
Hot. No.

Lady P. Then be still.

Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Lady P. Now God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Lady P. What's that?

Hot. Peace! she sings.

(A Welsh Song, sung by Lady M.) Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Laay P. Not mine, in good sooth.

Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; and, As sure as day:

And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury,
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth,
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
To velvet guards, and Sunday-citizens.
Come, sing.

Lady P. I will not sing.

Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast teacher. An the indentures be drawn. I'll away within these two hours; and so come in when [slow, you will. Exit.] Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

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