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I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world,
To play with mammets,' and to tilt with lips:
We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too.-Gods me, my horse!-
What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have
with me?

Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
Well, do not then; for, since you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no.

Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?
And when I am o'horseback, I will swear
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
I must not have you henceforth question me
Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
I know you wise; but yet no further wise,
Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are;
But yet a woman and for secrecy,
No lady closer; for I well believe,

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate!
Lady. How! so far?

Hot. Not an inch further.

Kate;

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Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis?

Fran. Let me see,-About Michaelmas next I shall be

Poins. [Within.] Francis!

Fran. Anon, sir.-Pray you, stay a little, my lord. P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For the But hark you, sugar thou gavest me,-'twas a pennyworth, was't

Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.-
Will this content you, Kate?

Lady.

It must, of force. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's Head Tavern. Enter Prince Henry and Poins. P. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee, come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Poins. Where hast been, Hal?

not?

Fran. O lord, sir! I would it had been two.
P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound:
ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
Poins. [Within] Francis!
Fran. Anon, anon.

P. Hen. Anon, Francis? No, Francis: but tomorrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,Fran. My lord?

P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leather-jerkin, crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean?"

P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard' is your only drink: for, look you, Francis, your white canvass doublet will sully; in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.

Fran. What, sir?
Poins. [Within.] Francis!

P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear them call?

[Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go.] Enter Vintner.

P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by their Christian names, as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, that though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy,-by the Lord, so they call me; and when I am king of England, I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call-drinking deep, dying scarlet: and when you breathe in your watering, they cry-hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any a calling? Look to the guests within. [Ex. Fran.] tinker in his own language during my life. I tell My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen more, are thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou at the door; Shall I let them in? wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned- P. Hen. Let them alone a while, and then open to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this the door. [Exit Vintner.] Poins! pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand by an under-skinker; one that never spake other English in his life, than-Eight shillings and sixpence, and-You are welcome; with this shrill

Re-enter Poins.

Poins. Anon, anon, sir.

P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the addition, Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bas-thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry? tard in the Half-moon, or so. But, Ned, to drive Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark away the time till Falstaff come, I pr'ythee, do thou ye: What cunning match have you made with this stand in some by-room, while I question my puny jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue? drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling-Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing but-anon. Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent. Poins. Francis!

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P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have show'd themselves humours, since the old days of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight. [Re-enter Francis with wine.] What's o'clock, Francis ?

Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer

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words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman!-| Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword His industry is-up-stairs, and down-stairs; his elo- with a dozen of them two hours together. I have quence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that the doublet; four, through the hose; my buckler kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a cut through and through; my sword hacked like a breakfast; washes his hands, and says to his wife, hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.-O my I was a man; all would not do. A plague of all sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed cowards!-Let them speak: if they speak more or to-day?-Give my roan horse a drench, says he; less than truth, they are villains, and the sons of and answers, Some fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, darkness. a trifle. I pr'ythee, call in Falstaff; I'll play Percy, and that damned brawn shall play dame Mortimer, his wife. Rivo, says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.

P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it?
Gads. We four set upon some dozen,-
Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.
Gads. And bound them.

Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

Enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Peto.
Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? of them: or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man

Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a ven

Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven

geance too! marry, and amen!-Give me a cup of fresh men set upon us,——

sack, boy.-Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew

Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in

nether-stocks, and mend them, and foot them too. the other.

A plague of all cowards!-Give me a cup of sack, P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all? rogue. Is there no virtue extant? [He drinks. Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of raof butter? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the dish: if there were not two or three and fifty upon sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, then behold poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged creature. that compound. Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered some of them.

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too : There is nothing but roguery to be found in villaFal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have nous man: Yet a coward is worse than a cup of peppered two of them: two, I am sure, I have sack with lime in it; a villanous coward.-Go thy paid; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, what, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the me horse. Thou knowest my old_ward ;-here I earth, then am I a shotten herring. There live not lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in three good men unhanged in England; and one of buckram let drive at me, them is fat, and grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say! I would I were a weaver; could sing psalms, or any thing: A plague of all cowards, I say still.

P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter you? Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee, like a flock of wild geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. You prince of Wales!

P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! what's the matter?

Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to that; and Poins there?

Poins. Zounds, yet fat paunch, an ye call me coward, I'll stab thee.

P. Hen. What, four? thou said'st but two, even

now.

Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.
Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.

Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly
thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took
all their seven points in my target, thus.
P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, even

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Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?

P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These
nine men in buckram, that I told thee of,
P. Hen. So, two more already.
Fal. Their points being broken,-
Poins. Down fell their hose.

Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst., You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back: Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! give me Fal. Began to give me ground: But I followed them that will face me.-Give me a cup of sack.-me close, came in foot and hand; and, with a

I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day.

P. Hen. O, villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunk'st last.

Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cow-
ards, still say I.
[He drinks.

P. Hen. What's the matter?
Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us
here have ta'en a thousand pound this morning.
P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it?

thought, seven of the eleven I paid.

P. Hen. O, monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten knaves, in Kendal2 green, came at my back, and let drive at me ;-for it was so dark, Hal, that thou could'st not see thy hand.

P. Hen. These lies are like the father that begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable.

Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hun-Why, thou clay-brained guts; thou knotty-pated

dred upon four of us.

P. Hen. What, a hundred, man?

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fool; thou whoreson, obscene, greasy, tallowkeech.".

Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth, the truth?

(3) A round lump of fat.

P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these] men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou could'st not see thy hand? come, tell us your reason; What sayest thou to this?

Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.

P. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack.
Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. [Exit.
P. Hen. Now, sirs; by'r lady, you fought fair;-
so did you, Peto;-so did you, Bardolph: you are
lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not
touch the true prince; no,-fie!

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 P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin: this would make you believe it was done in fight; and sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back- persuaded us to do the like. breaker, this huge hill of flesh;—— Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear

Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you grass, to make them bleed; and then to beslubber dried neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish,—our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood O, for breath to utter what is like thee !-you tai- of true men. I did that I did not this seven year lor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. standing tuck ;P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack

P. Hen. Well, breathe a while, and then to it eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the managain and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but this."

Poins. Mark, Jack.

ner, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore;
Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and ye!
thou ran'st away; What instinct hadst thou for it!
Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do
you behold these exhalations?
P. Hen. I do.

Bard. What think you they portend?
P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.
Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.
Re-enter Falstaff.

P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth.Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down.Then did we two set on you four: and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in the house:-and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare bone. How hast done; and then say, it was in fight! What now, my sweet creature of bombast ? How long trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? now find out, to hide thee from this open and ap- Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick hast could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that like a bladder. There's villanous news abroad: made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Was it for here was sir John Bracy from your father; you me to kill the heir apparent? Should I turn upon must to the court in the morning. That same mad the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as va- fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that liant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will gave Amaimon the bastinado, and made Lucifer not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great mat- cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon ter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the the cross of a Welsh hook,-What, a plague, call better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a you him?-

parent shame?

thou now?

valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by Poins. O, Glendower. the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money.

Fal. Owen, Owen; the same; -and his son-in Hostess, clap to the doors: watch to-night, pray law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs all the titles of good fellowship come to you! o'horseback up a hill perpendicular. What, shall we be merry? shall we have a play extempore?

P. Hen. Content;-and the argument shall be, thy running away.

Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.
Enter Hostess.

Host. My lord the prince,-
P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess? what
say'st thou 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.

P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a roval man, and send him back again to my mother. Fal. What manner of man is he?

Host. An old man.

Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?-Shall I give him his answer?

(1) In the fact. (2) Drunkenness and poverty. (3) Bombast is the stuffing of clothes.

P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

Fal. You have hit it.

P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him he will not run.

P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running?

Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, afoot, he will not budge a foot.

P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard is turned white with the news; you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot

(4) A demon; who is described as one of the four kings, who rule over all the demons in the world.

(5) Scotsmen in blue bonnets.

June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy lent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundred. most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore; and now like, we shall have good trading that way.-But, I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? thou should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harbeing heir apparent, could the world pick thee out ry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falthou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill staff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell at it? me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month?

P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy instinct.

Ful. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.

P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.

Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and ex-up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker,' or a poulter's amine me upon the particulars of my life.

Fal. Shall I content:-This chair shall be my state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my

crown.

P. Hen. 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 out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses' vein." P. Hen. Well, here is my leg.'

hare.

P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

Fal. And here I stand:-judge, my masters.
P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you?
Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false:-nay, I'l tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bomFal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears bard of sack, that stuffed cloak bag of guts, that

Fal. And here is my speech:-Stand aside, nobility.

Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith.

are vain.

roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his

Host. O, the father, how he holds his counte-belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that nance!

Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful

queen,

For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
Host. O rare! he doth it like as one of these
harlotry players, as I ever see.

father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it ? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

Fal. I would, your grace would take me with you;" Whom means your grace?

P. Hen. That villanous, abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Fal. My lord, the man I know.

P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

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 son, have partly thy mother's word, partly Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than my own opinion; but chiefly, a villanous trick of in myself, were to say more than I know. That he thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, is old (the more the pity,) his white hairs do witthat doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, ness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a here lies the point;-Why, being son to me, art whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and suthou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven gar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove know, is damned if to be fat be to be hated, then a thief, and take purses? a question to be asked. Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often lord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: heard of, and it is known to many in our land by but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Faistaff, and therereport, doth defile; so doth the company thou fore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, keepest: for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in banish not him thy Harry's company; banish plump drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; Jack, and banish all the world." not in words only, but in woes also:-And yet P. Hen. I do, I will. there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.

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

Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpu

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[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.

(8) The machine which separates flour from bran.
(9) A leather black-jack to hold beer.
(10) In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole.
711) Go no faster than I can follow.

Re-enter Hostess, hastily.

will be a march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with

Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord!

Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fid- me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow,

dle-stick: 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.

P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without instinct.

Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, 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 behind the arras;'-the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true face, and good conscience.

Ful. 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?

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 induction3 full of prosperous hope.
Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,-
Will you sit down?-

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

I

Glend.

No, here it is.
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 huge foundation of the earth

Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious Shak'd like a coward. lord, ▲ gross fat man.

Car.

As fat as butter.

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 charg❜d 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 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, 28. 2d.

Item, Sauce, 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.

Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper,

2s. 6d.

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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
In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples' down
Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.
Cousin, of many men

Glend.

I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
To tell you once again,--that at my birth,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show,

I am not in the roll of common men.

Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland,
Wales,-

P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpenny worth Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!-What And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more ad- Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
vantage there let him sleep till day. I'll to the And hold me pace in deep experiments.
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

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Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better

Welsh:

(4) Lights set crossways upon beacons, and also upon poles, which were used in processions, &c. (5) Tumbles.

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