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Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester and truer-hearted man, Well, fare thee well.

BARD. [Without.] Mistress Tear-sheet,
HOST. What's the matter?
BARD. Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to my master.
Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll.a

[Exeunt.

ACT III.
SCENE I.—A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING HENRY in his nightgown, with a Page.
K. HEN. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick;
But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,
And well consider of them: make good speed.-

[Exit Page.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep!-0 sleep! ( gentle sleep!
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ;
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody?
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 deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Can'st 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,

• Run, good Doll.] The quarto adds, “Come, shee comes blubberd, yea ? wil you come, Doli?"

6 SCENE I.-] This scene does not appear in the first quarto, published in 1600 ; but another edition was issued in the same year to supply the omission.

Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Enter WARWICK and SURREY, and Sir John BLUNT.
War. Many good morrows to your majesty!
K. HEN. Is it good morrow, lords?
WAR. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

K. HEN. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?

War. We have, my liege.

K. HEN. Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom,
How foul it is: what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it.

WAR. It is but as a body, yet distemper'd ;a
Which to his former strength may be restord,
With good advice, and little medicine:
My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

K. HEN. O God!* that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent
(Weary of solid firmness) melt itself
Into the sea! and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, 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 die.
'Tis not ten years gone,
Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and, in two years after,
Were they at wars: it is but eight years, since
This Percy was the man nearest my soul;
Who, like a brother, toild in my affairs,
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 WARWICK.
When Richard,—with his eye brim-full of tears,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland, -
Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy?
Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ;
Though then, God* knows, I had no such intent;
But that necessity so bow'd the state,

(*) First folio, Heaven. * Yet distemper'd ;) That is, now distemper'd. See note (6), Vol. I., p. 485. ' b0, if this were seen,-] This half-line, and the three lines that follow, are not in the folio.

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That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss :-
The time shall come, thus did he follow it,
The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption : so went on,
Foretelling this same time's condition,
And the division of our amity.

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 prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come 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 falseness ;
Which should not find a ground to root upon,
Unless on you.

K. HEN. Are these things, then, necessities?
Then let us meet them like necessities :-
And that same word even now cries out on us.
They say, the bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.
WAR.

It cannot be, my lord ;
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd.—Please it your grace, .
To go to bed; upon my soul,* 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 hours, perforce, must add
Unto your sickness.

K. HEN. 'I will take your counsel :
And, were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.—Court before JUSTICE SHALLOW's House in

Gloucestershire. Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART,

FEEBLE, BULL-CALF, and Servants, behind. 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 ?

(*) First folio, life. * By the rood.) The cross and the rood are usually taken to be the same, but there is some reason to believe that in early times the rood properly signified the image of Christ upon the cross, and not a representation of the cross alone.

SIL. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.

SHAL. And how doth my cousin, your bed-fellow ? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen ?

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: I was once of Clement’s-inn ;(1) where, I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet.

Sil. 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 I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotsole 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 were, and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk.

SIL. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers ?

SHAL. The same sir John, the very same. I saw him break Skogan's (2) head at the court gate, when he was a crack, not thus high : and the very same day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's-inn. O, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead!

SIL. We shall all follow, cousin.

SHAL. Certain, 't is certain ; very sure, very sure: death, as the Psalmist saith,t is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair ?

SIL. Truly, cousin, I was not there.
SHAL. Death is certain.—Is old Double of your town living yet ?
SIL. Dead, sir.

SHAL. Jesu, Jesu!b dead !-he drew a good bow ;-and dead !-he shot a fine shoot:John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead !-he would have clapped i’ the cloute at twelve score, and carried you a forehand shaft af fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see. - How a score of ewes now?

SIL. Thereafter as they be:d a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds.

SHAL. And is old Double dead?
SIL. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.

(*) First folio omits, By the mass. () First folio omits, as the Psalmist saith.

(1) First folio, at. a A Cotsole man,–] Cotswold was celebrated for athletic sports in the time of our author, and, as Steevens observes, “Shallow, by distinguishing Will Squele as a Cotswold man, meant to have him understood as one who was well versed in manly exercises."

b Jesu, Jesu ! dead !-he drew a good bow ;-) So the quarto. The folio reads, Dead! sce, see ! 'he drew, &c.

é He would have clapped i’ the clout-] Hit the nail or pin which sustained the target.

Thereafter as they be :] That depends upon their quality.

Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him. BARD. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I beseech you, which is justice Shallow?

SHAL. I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this county, and one of the king's justices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me?

BARD. My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain, sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven,* and a most gallant leader.

SHAL. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good backsword man: how doth the good knight? may I ask, how my lady his wife doth ?

BARD. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated, than with a wife.

SHAL. It is well said, in faith,t sir; and it is well said indeed too. Better accommodated !-it is good; yea, indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, and ever$ were, very commendable. Accommodated !-it comes of accommodo: very good; a good phrase.

BARD. Pardon, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase, call you it? By this day, I know not the phrase: but I will maintain the word with my sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or, when a man is,-being,—whereby,—he may be s thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing.

Enter FALSTAFF. SHAL. It is very just.—Look, here comes good sir John.-Give me your hand, give me your worship’s good hand: by my troth, you look well, and bear your years very well: welcome, good sir John.

FAL. I am glad to see you well, good master Robert Shallow :Master Sure-card, as I think.

SHAL. No, sir John ; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me. FAL. Good master Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace. SIL. Your good worship is welcome.

Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.—Gentlemen, have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men ?

SHAL. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?
Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you.

SHAL. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's the roll? Let me see, let me see. · So, so, so, so: yea, marry, sir :-Ralph Mouldy:-let them appear as I call; let them do so, let them do so

-Let me see; where is Mouldy ? MOUL. Here, an't please you.

SHAL. What think you, sir John ? a good limbed fellow: young, strong, and of good friends.

FAL. Is thy name Mouldy ? MOUL. Yea, an't please you. (*) First folio omits, by heaven.

(+) First folio omits, in faith. (1) First folio, every.

() First folio omits, may be. US First folio, trust me.

(1) First folio, if it.

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