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Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord. Fat. I hope, my lord, all's well : What's the news, my lord f Ch. Just. Come all his forces back Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster. Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. Fat. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord 1 Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently : Come, go along with me, good master Gower. Fat. My lord I Ch. Just. What's the matter 7 Fal. Master Gower, shall 1 entreat you with me to dinuer 7 Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here : I thank you, good Sir John. Ch. Just. Sir Jokn, you loiter here too long, seeing you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. Fal. will you sup with me, master Gower? Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these inauliers, Sir John 7 Fat. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me.—This is the right fencing grace, uny lord; tap for tap, audso part fair. Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool. [Ereunt.

scenve. II.-The same.—Another Street.

Enter Prince HENRY and Poins.

P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Poins. Is it come to that f I had thought weariness durst not have attached one of so high blood. P. Hen. "Faith, it does me: though it discolours the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in ine, to desire simall beer f Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied, as to remember so weak a coinposition. P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not princely got ; for, by my troth, I do now remeuber the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble considerations make me out of love with my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me, to remember thy name 7 or to know thy face to-morrow t or to take noue how many pair of silk stockings thou hast ; viz. these, and those that were the peach-colour’d ones 7 or to bear the inventory of thy shirts : as, one for superfluity, and one other for use —but that, the tennis-court keeper knows better than l ; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done a great while, because the rest of thy low-countries have made a shift to eat up thy Holland: and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins of thy lineu, * shall inherit his kingdoin : but the midwives say, the children are not in the fault ; whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthened. Poins. How ill it follows, after you have ta. boured so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, how many good young princes would do so, !" fathers being so sick as your's at this time ls P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins f Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. P. Hen. It will serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine. Poins. Go to : I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell. P. Hen. Why, I tell thee,_it is not meet that I should be sad, now my father is sick : albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases une, for

* Children wrapped up in his old shirts.

fault of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and sad indeed too. Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in the devil's book, as thou end Falstaff, for ot, duracy and persistency : Let the end try the man. But I tell thee,_my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is so sick : and keepiug such vile company as thou art, hath in reasun takea fruu me all ostentation of sorrow. Poins. The reason 7 P. Hen. What would'st thou think of me, if I should weep f Poins. I would think thee a most princely hy. pocrite. P. Hen. It would be every man’s thought: and thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every mau thinks; never a nan's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine: every man would think Ine a hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most worshipsul thought, to think so f Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and so much engraffed to Falstaff. P. Hen. And to thee. Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear it with my own ears; the worst that they can say of ine is, that I am a second brother, and that I ain a proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I confess, I cannot help. By the unass, here comes Bardolph. P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had him from me Christian ; and look, is the fat villain hath not transformed him ape.

Enter BAR Dolph and PAGE.

Bard. 'Save your grace P. Hen. And your's, most noble Bardolph : Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the Pass.] you bashful fool, must you be blushing f wherefore blush you now 7 What a maideuly 11, an at arius are you become 2 Is it such a malier, to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead. Page. He called me eveu now, my lord, through a red lattice, * and 1 could discern no part of his face from the window ; at last, I spied his eyes; and, onethought, he had made two holes in the ale-wise's new petticoat, and peeped through. P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited f Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away : Page. Away, you rascally Althea's away P. Hen. Instruct us, boy : What dream, boy Page. Marry, my lord, Altaea dreamed she was delivered of a fire-braud; aud therefore I call uu her dream. P. Jien. A crown's worth of good interpretation.—There it is, boy. (Gites him noney. Poins. O that this good blossom could be kept o cankers -Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee. Pard. An you do not make him be hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong. P. Hen. And how doth thy u.aster, dolph ' Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's coming to town ; there's a letter for you. Poins. Delivered with good respect.—And how doth the martlemas, “ your maste, t Bard. In bodily health, Sir. Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician : but that moves not hin; though that be sick, it dies not. P. Hen. I do allow this went to be as familiar with me as my dog : and lie holds lais place; tes look you how he writes. Poins. [Reads.) John Falstaff, knight, Every inan must know that, as ost as he has occasiou to name hiluself. Even like unuse task

dream,

Bar

- An ale-house window. * Martinmas, St. Martin's day is Nov. 11. 1 Swoln excresceuce.

are kin to the king ; for they never prick their siuger, but they say, There is some of the king’s

blood spilt : "How comes that f says he, that

takes upon him not to conceive : the auswer is as ready as a borrower's cap ; I am the king's poor cousin, Sir. P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But the letter ;Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of Wales, grecting.—Why, this is a certisitale. P. Hen. Peace. Poins. I trill imitate thc honourable Roman in breeity --he sure means brevity in breath ; short-winded.—I commend me to thee, 1 cummend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poius; for he misuses thy favours so match, that he strears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle times as thou may’s t, and so farewell. Thine, by wea and no, (which is as much as to say, as thou usest him, 9 Jack Falstaff, with my familiars ; John, with my brothers and sisters ; and Sir John, with all Europe. My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and unake hiu eat it. P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use me thus, Ned : unust I Inarry your sister Poios. May the wench have no worse fortune but I never said so. P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the time ; and the spirits of the wise sit in the tion is and Inock us.-Is your unaster here in London 2 Bard. Yes, my lord. P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank 1 * Bard. At the old place, my lord ; in Easttheap. P. Hen. What company 7 Page. Ephesians, my lord ; of the old church. P. Hen. Sup any women with him t Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, and unistress I)oll Tear-sheet. P. Hen. What Pagan may that be t Page. A proper gentlewounan, Sir, and a kinswoman of uny Inaster’s. P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are to the town bull.—Shall we steal upon theu, Nord, at supper ? Pains. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you. P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph ;no word to your master, that I am yet come to town : There's for your silence. Barf. I have no tongue, Sir, Page. And for mine, Sir, I will govern it. P. Hen. Fare ye well ; go. [Erent at BA R dolph and PAGE.]—This Doll Tear-sheet should be some ruze. Poins. I warrant yon, as common as the way tetween saint Alban's and London. P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours, and not oursolves be seen 2 Poins. Put on two leather o and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as drawers. P. Hen. Froin a god to a bull 7 a heavy destension f it was Jove's case. From a prince to 2 prentire f a low transformation that shall he mune: for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh

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Give even way unto' my rough affairs : " : * * *.
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be, like then, to Percy troublesome.
Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no
inore : . . . . .
Do what you will ; your wisdom be your guide,
North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at
pawn ; - - -
And, but iny going, nothing can redeem it. . .
Lady P. O. yet, for God's sake, go not to these
wars : - .
The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endear'd to it than now ;

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Threw many a northward look to see his father

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In the grey vault of heaven ; and, by his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move -
To do brave acts: he was indeed, the glass 'i
Wherein the nobie youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs, that practised not his gait :
And speaking thick, which nature unade his
blennish, - -
Became the accents of the valiant; -
For those that could speak low, and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight, - -
In military rules, huunours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous

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To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage; to abide a fleld,
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's
nause
Did seem defensible t—so you left him :
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong,
To hold your honour more precise and nice
With others than with him ; let them alone,
The marshal and the archbishop are strong : -
Had my sweet Harry had but half their num-
bers,
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. i
North. Beshrew your heart,
Fair daughter I you do draw my spirits from
une, -
With new lamenting ancient oversights. -
But I must go, and meet with danger there;
Or it will seek me in another place,
And find me worse provided. --
Lady N. O fly to Scotland, -
Till that the nobles, and the armed commons,
Have of their puissance made a little taste.
J.ady P. If they get ground and vantage of
the king,
Then join you with them like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger; but, for all out
loves,
First let them try themselves: So did your son ;
He was so suffer'd ; so canne I a widow ;
And never shall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it inay grow and sprout as high as heavon
For recordation to my noble husband.
North. Come, come, go in with me : 'tis with
my mind,
As with the tide swell’d up unto its height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way,
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold ine back:-
I will resolve for Scotland ; there am I,
Till time and vantage clave my company.
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P. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find re-
buke.—
Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary 2
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsuran's trust 7
Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive this hour,
if, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelhigence.
Wor. What I have done, my safety urged me
to ;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

Worcester and

The noble Percy
Upon the foot o
And, falling fro
That the pursue
The Douglas is
I may dispose o
K. Hen. Wit
P. Hen. The
This honourable
Go to the Doug
Up to his pleas
His valour, sho
Hath taught us
Even in the bo:
A. Hen. the
our po
You, son John,
Towards York :
speed,
To meet No.
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Who, as we he,
Myself and you
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Ps ar. Many good morrows to your inajesty K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords : of ar. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. K. Heat. Why the u, good morrow to you all, may lords, Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you ? War. We have, my liege. A. Herr. Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom How soul it is ; what rank diseases grow, Aud with what danger, near the healt of it. is ar. It is but as a body, yet, disten per’d ; which to his former strength may be resto, 'd, with good advice, and little unedicine : My lord Northumberland will soon be cool’d. A. Hen. O heaven I that one Inight read the book of fate; And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent tweary of solid firinness,) inelt itself into the sea and, other times, to see The brachy girdle of the ocean Two wide for Neptune's hips : mork, And changes fill the cup of alteration with dive is liquors | 0 if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, what perils past, what crosses to ensue, – would shut the book, and sit him down and * T is not ten years gone, [die. Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, soid feast together, and in two years after, were they at wars: It is but eight years, since This Percy was the inan nearest my soul : w to like a brother toil'd in my assairs, And laid his love and life under my foot; Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,) [To WA R wick. when Richard, with his eye brimfull of tears, Then check d and rated by Northumberland, Did speak these words, now prov’d a prophecy 2 North unbortant, thou ladder, by the which */w cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ;

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But that necessity so bow'd the state, .

That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss :The time shall come, thus did he follow it, " The time will come, that soul sin, gathering

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And the division of our amity. - o
War. There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd :
The which observ'd, a man may prophecy,
With a near aiun, of the main chance of things
As *: not conne to life ; which in their seeds,
And weak beginnings, lie intreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of
- time;
And by the necessary form of this,
King Richard might create a perfect guess,
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would, of that seed, grow to a greater false-
uess ;
Which should not find a ground to root upon,
Unless on you.
K. Hen. Are these things then necessities t ,
Then let us meet them like necessities;
And that same word even now cries out on us:
They say, the bishop and Northumberland
Arc sitty thousand strong.
War. It cannot be, my lord ; -
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the sear'd :— Please it your
grace,
To go to bed ; upon my life, my lord,
The powers that you already have sent forth,
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd -
A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. *
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
And these unseason’d houls, perforce, must add
Unto your sickness.
A. Hen. I will take your counsel :
And, were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.

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Shal. Come on, come on, come on ; give me your hand, Sir, give me your hand, Sir : an early stirrer, by the rood. And how doth my good cousin Silence f ..Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedsellow 7 and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ell n : ..Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow. Shal. By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar : He is at Oxford still, is he not ? Sil. Indeed, Sir ; to my cost. Shal. He must then to the inns of court shortly : 1 was once of Cleinent's inn ; where I think, they will talk of nad Shallow yet. Wit. You were called—lusty Shallow, then, cousin. Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing ; and I would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There was 1, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man,—you had not four such swinge-bucklers : in all the inns of court again : and, I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas 3 were ; and had the best of them all at cominandment. Then was Jack Falstafi, uow Sir John, a boy : and page to Thomas Mowbray duke of Nonfolk.

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been sworu brother to him ; and I’ll be sworn he never saw him but once in the tilt-yard ; and then he burst his head, for crowding annong the marshal’s men. I saw it ; and told John of Gaunt, he beat his own name: for you might have truss'd him, and all his apparel, iuto an eel-skin; the case of a treble haut-boy was a mansion for him, a court; and now has he land and beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, if I return : and it shall go hard, but I will make him a philosopher's two stones to me: If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the law of nature, but I may snap at hitn. Let time shape, aud there an end. [Exit.

Act IV. SCEVE I.—A Forest in Yorkshire.

Enter the ARchbishop of Yoak, Mowbray, HAsri Ncs, and others.

Arch. What is this forest call'd : Plast. 'Tis Gaultree forest, an’t shall please your grace. Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send dis. coverers forth, To know the numbers of our enemies. Hast. We have sent forth already. Arch. "Tis well done. My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd New-dated letters from Northumberland ; Their cold intent, tenor, and substance thus : — Here doth he wish his person, with such powers As inight hold sortance with his quality, The which he could not levy; whereupon He is retir’d, to ripe his growing fortunes, To Scotland : and concludes in hearty prayers, That your attempts may oversive the hazard, And fearful meeting of their opposite. Mourb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces.

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here 7 * I think, it is my lord of Westinoreand. West. Health and fair greeting from our general,

The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster.
Arch. Say on, my lord of w estimoreland, in
What doth concern your coming 1 [peace;
West. Then, my lord,
Unto your grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came iike itself, in base and abject routs,
led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary;
I say, if damn'd commotion so appeard,
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
of base and bloody insurrection [bishop, -
With your fair honours. You, lord arch.
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd :
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath
- touch'd; [tor’d ;
Whose learning and good letters prare bath tu-
Whose while investinchts figure inuuctuce,

The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,— .

Wherefore do you so ill translate yonrself, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such * grace,

Into the harsh and boist’rous tongue of war?
Turning your books to graves, your ink to
blood,
Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?
Arch. Wherefore do I this?—so the question
stands.
Briefly to this end :-We are all diseas'd :
And, with our surfeiting and wanton hours,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it : of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being, infected, died.
But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland,
l take not on me here as a physician;
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,
Troop in the throngs of military men :
But, rather, show a while like fearful war,
To diet rauk uninds, sick of happiness;
And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop
our very veins of life. Hear me more plaiuty.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
What wrongs our arus Inay do, what wrongs we
susier,
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We see which way the stream of time deth ran,
And are enforc’d from our most quiet sphere
By the rough torrent of occasion :
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles;
which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king,
And might by no suit gain our audience:
When we are wrong’d, and would unfold our
griefs,
We are denied access unto his person
Even by those men that most have doue us
wrong.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
(Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples
of every minute's instauce, (present now,”
Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms:
Not to break peace, or any branch of it :
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in maine and quality.
West. When ever yet was your appeal de-
nied ?
Wherein have you been galled by the king t
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate ou yout
That you should seal this lawless bloody book.
of forg’d rebellion with a seal divine,
Aud consecrate commotion's bitter edge?
Arch. My brother general, the common
wealth,
To brother born an household cruelty,
I make iny quarrel in particular.
Js est. There is no need of any such redress:
Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.
Mourb. Why not to him, in part ; and to us
That feel the bruises of the days before ; tan,
And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal haud
Upon our honours ?
He t. O my good lord Mowbray,
Construe the times to their necessities,
And you shall say indeed,—it is the time,
And not the Wing, that doth you injuries.
Yet for your part, it not appears to me,
Either from the king, or in the present time,
That you should have an inch of auy ground
To build a grief on : Were you not rest...’d
To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories,
Your noble and right-well-reineuben’d father’s t
Moub. What thing, in honour, had my laune,
lost,
That need to be reviv'd, and breath’d in met
The king, that lov'd hun, as the state stood
then,
Was, force perforce, compell'd to banish him :
And then, when Harry Bolingbroke and he.-
Being mounted, and both roused in their

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