When every thing is ended, then you come:-
'hese tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be hus: I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was he reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an rrow, or a bullet ? I have speeded hither with the ery extremest inch of possibility; and, travel-tainted s I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taen Sir John Colevile of the dale, a most furious night, and valorous enemy: But what of that, he aw me, and yielded; that I may justly say with the ook-nos'd fellow of Rome, -I came, saw, and

vercame.

P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your de

And now despatch we toward the court, my lords;
hear, the king my father is sore sick :
Our news shall go before us to his majesty,-
Which, cousin, you shall bear,---to comfort him;
And we with sober speed will follow you.

[Exeunt WESTMORELAND, and Gentlemen. Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go hrough Glostershire: and, when you come to court, tand, my good lord, 'pray, in your good report. P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condi

hall better speak of you than you deserve. Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.

[Exeunt Prince JOHN, Gentlemen, and Guards. Fal. I would, you had but the wit; 't were better han your dukedom.-Good faith, this same young ober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man canot make him laugh; -but that's no marvel, he drinks o wine. There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools and cowards;-which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, firy, and delectable shapes; which deliver'd o'er to the voice, (the tongue,) which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm: and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great and puff'd up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of sherris: so that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a-work: and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manur'd, husbanded, and till'd, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be, to forswear thin potations, and to addict themselves to sack.

Enter BARDOLPH.

How now, Bardolph ?

Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone.
Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and

mere will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: I ave him already tempering between my finger and ay thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come

King HENRY, and two Pages in waiting, discovered.

K. Hen. WHO of you wait ?

1 Page. We are here, my gracious liege.

K. Hen. Come nearer.-Is my son of Gloster, Hum

Yet gone to rest ?

2 Page. Not yet, my liege; even now

He parted hence with prayers for your recovery.

K. Hen. Seek him, and bring him to us.

2 Page. We shall, my liege.

O, thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,
In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch,
A watch-case, or a common 'larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge, -
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes, -
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, -
And, in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king ?-Then, happy, low, lie down:
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Enter Prince HUMPHREY of Gloster, Prince THOMAS of
CLARENCE, the Lord Chief Justice, and the Pages.

P. Humph. What would your grace?

K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster,

Where is the prince your brother?

P. Humph. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at

Windsor.

K. Hen. And how accompanied ?

P. Humph. I do not know, my lord.

K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence,

with him?

P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence

here.

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P. Thom. What would my lord and father ?
K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Cla-

rence.

How chance, thou art not with the prince thy bro

ther?

He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas;
Thou hast a better place in his affection,
Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy:
And noble offices thou may'st effect