alone; I will lay him down fuch reasons for this adventure,. that he fhall go. Fal. Well, may'ft thou have the fpirit of perfuafion,, and he the ears of profiting! that what thou fpeak'ft may move, and what he hears may be believ'd; that the true Prince may, for recreation fake, prove a falfe thief; for. the poor abufes of the time want countenance. Farewel, you fhall find me in Eaft-cheap. P. Henry. Farewel, thou latter fpring! Farewel, allhallown fummer! [Exit Fal. Poins. Now, my good fweet hony Lord, ride with us tomorrow. I have a jeft to execute, that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gads-bill, fhall rob those men that we have already way-laid; your felf and will not be there; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my fhoulders, P. Henry. But how fhall we part with them in fetting forth? Poins. Why, we will fet forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleafure to fail; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves, which they shall have no fooner atchiev'd, but we'll fet upon them. P. Henry. Ay, but 'tis like that they will know us by our horfes, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be our felves. Poins. Tut, our horfes they fhall not fee, I'll tye them in the wood; our vizards we will change after we leave them; and, firrah, I have cafes of buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments. P. Henry. But I doubt they will be too hard for us. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turn'd back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he fees reafon, I'll forfwear arms. The virtue of this jeft will be, the incomprehenfible lies that this fame fat rogue will tell us when we meet at fupper; how thirty at least he fought with, what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this, lyes the jeft; P. Henry. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things ne nocessary, and meet me to-morrow night in Eaft-cheap, there I'll fup. Farewel! Poins. Farewel, my Lord! [Exit Poins. P. Henry. I know you all, and will a while uphold Who doth permit the base contagious clouds [Exit. SCENE IV. An Apartment in the Palace. Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, Hot-fpur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. K. Henry. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to ftir at these indignities; And you have found me; for accordingly Which the proud foul ne'er pays but to the proud. And And that fame greatnefs too, which our own hands North. My good Lord K. Henry. Hence, Worcester, get thee gone; for I do fee Danger and difobedience in thine eye. O Sir, your prefence is too bold and peremptory, The moody frontier of a fervant brow. You have good leave to leave us. When we need Your use and counfel, we shall fend for you. You were about to speak. North. Yes, my good Lord. [Exit Wor. [To North. Those prifoners in your Highness' name demanded, Or envy therefore, or misprifion, Is guilty of this fault, and not my fon. Hot. My Liege, I did' deny no prisoners. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held He gave his nofe:* and still he smil'd and talk'd; And as the foldiers bare dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a flovenly, unhandfome coarfe With many holiday and lady terms He queftion'd me: among the reft, demanded My prifoners, in your Majefty's behalf. I, then all-fmarting with my wounds being cold, nofe, and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Τα To be fo pefter'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, He fhould or should not; for he made me mad, And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds; (God fave the mark!) : And I beseech you, let not this report Betwixt my love and your high Majefty. Blunt. The circumftance confider'd, good my Lord, To fuch a perfon, and in fuch a place, K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prifoners, That we at our own charge shall ransom strait Indent, for article, bargain, When When they have loft and forfeited themselves? He never did fall off, my fovereign Liege, In fingle oppofition hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink, Colour her working with fuch deadly wounds Then let him not be flander'd with revolt. K. Henry. Thou doft belie him, Percy, thou belieft him He never did encounter with Glendower; He durft as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art not afham'd? but from this hour, Sir, As will difpleafe you. Lord Northumberland, [Exit K. Henry. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not fend them. I will after ftrait, Although |