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London. The palace. Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL
OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others.
King. The edge of war, like an ill-sheathéd knife,
West. But yesternight, my liege, in haste there came
10 Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welshman ta’en.
King. It seems, then, that the tidings of this broil
West. This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
30 King. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak’st me sin, In envy that my
40 West. This is his uncle's teaching : this is Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects.
King. But I have sent for him to answer this.
London. An apartment of the Prince's.
Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ?
50 Prince. What hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not by Phæbus,