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We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :- And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary !
Thou art not what thou seem'st.

Misuse the tenor of thy kinsinan's trust?
Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man: Three knights upon our party slain lo-day,
but if I be not Jack Palstail, then am I a Jack. A noble ear), and many a creature else,
There is Percy : [Throwing the Body doun.) if your Had been alive this hour,
father will do me any honour, so; if not, let hun It, like a Christiail, thou hadst truly borne
kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
earl or duke, I can assure you.

Wor. What I have done, my sunety urged me 10;
P. Hen. Why, Percy I killd myself, and saw And I embrace this fortune patiently,
thee dead.

Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
Fal. Didst thou !--Lord, lord, low this world is K. Her. Bear Worcester to the death, and Ver.
given to lying !-1 grant you I was down, and out

non too:
of breath; and so was he :---But we rose both at an Other offenders we will pause npon.-
instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury

(Eurunt Worcester and Vernon, guurded.
clock. If I may be believed, so ; if not, let theni, How goes the field ?
that should reward valour bear the sin upon their P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, wlien he
own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him
this wound in the thigli: it the man were alive, The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece The noble Percy slain, and all his men
of my sword,

Upon the foot of fear,-fied with the rest;
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er 1 And, falling from a hill, he was so bruised,

That the pursuers took him. At my lent
P. llen. This is the strangest sellow, brother The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,

I may dispose of him.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: K. llen. With all my heart.
For my part, it a lie may do thee grace,

P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.

This honourable bounty shall belong:

(A Retreat is sounded. Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free :
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, His valour, shewn upon our crests to-day,
To see what friends are living, who are dead. Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,

(Eseunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He K. Hen. Then this remains,—that we divide our
that rewards me, God reward hum! It I do grow

power.great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, You, son Jolin, and my cousin Westmoreland, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest (Er it, beuring of the body.


To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroos,
SCENE 1'.- Another Part of the Field. Who, as we hear, are busily in arms :
The Trumpets sound.--Endir ding HENRY, Prince To light with Glendower, and the earl on March.

Mysell, and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales,
HENRY, Primer JOR, ST WURELAND, and others, Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
with WüR ESTER, unit VERAON, prisoners.

Meeling the check of such another day:
K. Hon. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. And since this busiuess so fair is done,
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, Let us not leave till all our own be won. (Ereuni.
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?

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Travers and Morton, Domestics of NorthumberHENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards

land. King Henry V.


Poins and Peto), Attendants on Prince Henry. Peince John OF LANCASTER, after.

His Sons.

SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bed.

Diry, Servant to staliuw. ford, PRINCE HUMPHREY of Goos

NULLDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BOLLTER, afterwards (2 Hen. V.) Duke

CALI, Recruits. of Gloster,

FANG and SSHE, Sheriff's Officers. EARL OF WARWICK,


of the King's Party. A DANCER, Speaker of the Epilogue.
LORD CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench.

A GENTLEMAN attending on the Chief Justice. llo-tes QUICKLY.--DOLL TEAR-SHLAT.
$CROOP, Archbishop of York,


Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers

Messenger, Drawers, headles, Grooms, &c.



Scene, England.

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Workworth.-Before Aurticumberlund's Castle.

SICVE 1.--The same.
Enter RUMOUR, painted full of Tongues,

The Porton before the Gate.- Enter Lord

BARDOLPii. Rum. Open your ears : for which of you will stop

Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho? Where is The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?

the rar ? I from the orient to the drooping west,

Port. What shall I say you are ? Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold

Barit. Tell thru the earl, The acts commenced in this ball of earth :

That the lord Barriopli doth attend him here. upou my tongues continual slanders ride;

Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or. The which in every language ! pronounce,

chard; Siniling the ears oi' men with faise reports.

Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, speak of peace, while covert enmily,

And he himselt will answer.
Under the suite of safety, wounds the world :
And who hut Rumour, who but only I,

Make fearful muslers, and prepared defence;
Whilst the big year, swoln with some other

Bard. Here comes the earl.

Forth. What news, lord Bardolph ? Every minute Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

Should be the father of some stratagem: Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; The tinies are wild; contention, like a horse And of so easy and so plain a stop,

Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, That the bluni monster with uncounted heads, And bears down ail before him. The still-discordant wavering multitude,

Bard. Noble earl, Can play upon it. But what need I thus

I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. My well-known body to anatomize

Morth. Good, an heaven will! Among my househvid? Why is Rumour here ! Bard. As good as heart can wish :Tron before king Harry's victory;

The king is almost wounded to the death; Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,

And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, Prince Harry slam outright; and both the Blunts Quelching the flame of bold rebellion

Killd by the hand of Douglas; young prince Johu, Even with the rebels blood. But what mean I And Westmoreland, and Stafford, nied the field; To speak so true at first? My office is

And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir Joha, To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; So sought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, And that the king before the Douglas' rage Came not, till now, lo dignify the times, Stop'd his anointed head as low as death. Since Caesar's fortunes! This have I rumoured through the peasant towns North. How is this derived ? Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

Saw you the field : Came you from Shrewsbury! And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,

Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from Where Horspor's father, old Northumberland,

thence ; Los crafty-sick: the post come tiring on,

A gentleman well bred, and of good name, And s01 u inan of them brings other news That freely render'd me these news for true. a tan they have learn'd of me: from Rumour's North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I Lorigues

sent They bring sinooth comforts false, worse than true on Tuesday last to listen after news. wrongs.

(Erit. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; • Northumberland castle.

• Important or dreadful event.

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And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, More than he haply may retail from me.

Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out

breath'd, Enter TRAVERS.

To Harry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat down
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
with vou?

From whence with life he never wore sprung up.
Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back In few t, his death (whose spirit lent a fire
With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed, Even to the dulles: peasant in his camp,)
Out-rode me. Aiter him, came, spurring hard, Being bruited I once, look tire and heat away
A gentleman almost forspent * with speed,

Prom the best temper'd courage in his troops :
That stopp'd hy me to breathe his blondied horse : For froin his inetal was his party steeld;
He ask'd the way to Chester; and of hiin

Which once in him abated, all the rest
I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,

And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold : Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ;
With that, he gave his able horse the head, So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear,
Against the panting sides of his poor jade

That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,
Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,

Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, He seem'd in running to devour the way,

Fly from the field : then was that noble Worcester Staying no longer question.

Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furions Scoi, North. Ha!--Again.

The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Had three thines slain the appearance of the king, Of Hotspur, coldspur? That rebellion

'Gan vail ý his stomach, and did grace the shane Had met ill luck ?

Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight, bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;

Stumbling in fear, was took. The suni of all If my young lord your son have not the day, Is, that the king hath won ; and hath sent out Upon mine honour, for a silken point +

A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord,
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by And Westmoreland: this is the news at full.

North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
Give then such instances of loss 1

In poison there is physic; and these news,
Bard. Who, he ?

Having been well, that would have made me sick,
He was some hildingi fellow, that had stolen Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,

And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,

Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

Out of his keeper's arms; eren so my limbs,
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf Weaken’d with grief, being now enraged with gries,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:

Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thou nice
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood

crutch ;
Hath lett a witness'd usurpation 6.-

A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury ? Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly quoile;

Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble Jord; Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, Which princes, tiesh'd with conquest, aim to liit
To fright our party.

Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
North. How doth my son, and brother?

The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek To frown upon the enraged Northumberland !
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.

Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,

Keep the wild flood contined! Let order die !
So dull, su dead in look, so woe-begone,

And let this world no longer be a stage,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

To feed contention in a lingering act;
And would have told him, halt lois Troy was born'd: But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, Reign in all bosums, that, each heart being set
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
This thou wouldst say,-Your son did thus, and And darkness be the burier of the dead !

Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas;

lord. Stopping my greedy car with their bold deeds: Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,

honour. Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,

Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead, Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er

Nor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
But, for my lord your son,

You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
North. Why, he is dead.

And summ'd the accomt of chance, before you
See, what a ready tongue suspicion liath!

said, -
He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Let us make head. It was your pre-surmise,
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, That in the dole of blows your son might drop:
That what he fear's is chanced. Yet speak, Morton; You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies;

More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,

You were advised, his flesh was capable
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirit

Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged;
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this,

North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
I see a strange confession in thine eye:

The stiff-borne action : What hath then befallen,
Thou shak'st thy head ; and hold'st it fear, or sin, Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:

More than that being which was like to be! The tongue offends not, that reports his death : Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, And he doth sin, thal doth belie the dead;

Know that we ventured on such dangerous seas, Not he, which says the dead is not alive.

That, if we wronght out life, 'twas ten to one: Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news

And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed
Hath but a losing office ; an his tongue

Choked the respect of likely peril fear'd;
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

And, since we are o'erset, venture again.
Reinember'd kuolling a departing friend.

Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods.
Burd. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Mor. 'Tis more than time: and my most noble
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe

lord, Thai, which I would to heaven I had not seen: I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, • Exhausted. + Lace tagged. • Return of blows.

+ In few words. Hilderling, base, cowardly.


Let fall. | Trifling An allestation of its ravage,

• Distribution.

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The gentle archbishop of York is up,

Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a With well-appointed powers; he is a man,

horse in Smithtield ; an I could get iue but a wife Who with a double surety binds his followers, in the blews, I were maun'd, horsed, and wived". My lord your son had only but the corps,

Enter the Lord Chier-Justice, and an ATTENDANT.
But shadows, and the shows of men, to tight:
For that same word, rebellion, did divide

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com-
The action of their bodies from their souls ;

mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. And they did fight with queasiness t, constrain'd, Ful. Wait close, I will not see him. Anien drink potions: that their weapons only

Ch. Just. What's he that goes there? Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls,

Atten, Falstati, an't please your lordship. This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,

Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery ! As fish are in a pond : but now the bishop

Atten. He, my lord : but he hath since done good Turns insurrection to religion :

service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now gomg Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,

with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster. He's follow'd both with body and with mind;

Ch. Just. What, to York ? Call him back again. And doth enlarge his rising with the blood

Atten. Sir John Falstall! of fair king Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones: Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf. Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause ;

Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land,

Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;

thing good.--Go, pluck him by the elbow ; I must And more !, and less, do flock to follow him. speak with him.

North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Atten. Sir John,
This present grief had wiped it from iny mind. Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there
Go in with me; and counsel every man

not wars? Is there not employment? Doth not the The aptest way for safety, and revenge :

king lack subjects ? Do not the rebels need soldiers ? Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed; Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it sever so few, and never yet more need. [Laxeunt is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side,

were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell

how to make it. SCENE II.-London.-A Street.

Atten. You mistake me,

Enter Sir Joan Falstaff, with his Page bearing man i Setting piy knighthood and my soldiership

Fal. Why, Sir, did I say you were an lionest
his Sword and Buckler.

aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. Fal. Sirah, you giant, what says the doctor to Alten. I pray you, Sir, then set your knighthood my water?

and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to Pace. He said, Sir, the water itself was a good tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am healthy water: but, for the party that owed g it, he any other than an honest man. might have more diseases than he knew for.

Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird || at me: that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert bet. not alle to veut any thing that tends to laughter, ter be hang’d:You hunt-countert hence! Avaunt! more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not Alten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in Ch. Just. Sir John Falstatt, a word with you. other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow, Ful. My good lord !-God give your lordship good that hath overwhelm'd all her litter but one. If time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad : the prince put thee into my service for any other I heard say your lordship was sick : I hope, your reason than to set me off, why then I have no lord ship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, judgment. Thou whoreson mandrakel, thou art though not elean past your youth, hath yet some fitier to be worn in niy cap, than to wait at my smack of age in you, some relish of the saitness of heels. I was never mann'd with an agate ** till time; and mosi humbly beseech your lordship, now: but I will set you neither in gold yor silver, to have a reverend care of your health. but in vile apparel, and send you back again to Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your ex. your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince pedition to Shrewsbury. your master, whose chin is not yet fedged. I will Fol. An't please your lordship, I hear, his majesty sovner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, is reluru'd with some discomfort fronı Wales. than he shall get one on his cheek; and yet he Ch. Just. I talk not of bis majesty :-You would will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal: God not come when I sent for you. may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen yet : he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a bar. into this same whoreson apoplexy. ber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet Ch. Just. Well, heaven 'mend him! I pray, let he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since me speak with you. his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of le. grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure thargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleephim. What said master Dumbleton about the satin ing in the blood, a whoreson tingling. for my short cloak, and slops?

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? Be it as it is. Page. He said, Sir, you should procure him bet- Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from ter assurance than Bardolph: he would not take study, and perturbation of the brain : I have read his bond and yours; he liked not the security, the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of

Fal. Let him be damn'd like the glutton? May deafness.
his tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! Å Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease;
rascally yea-forsooth knave! To bear a gentleman for you hear not what I say to you.
in hand, and then stand upon security ! -The Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't
whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but please you, it is the disease of not listening, the
high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.
and if a man is thorought with them in honesi Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would
taking up, then they nuast stand upon-security. I amend the attention of your ears; and I care not,
had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, if I do become your physician.
as offer to stop it with security. I look'd he should Fal. I am as poor as 'Jub, my lord; but not so
have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I patient: your lordship may minister the potion of
am a true knight, and he sends me security: Well, imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty ; but how
he may sleep in security ; for he hath the horn of I should be your patient to follow your prescrip.
abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines tions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple,
through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have or, indeed, a scraple itself.
his own lantern to light him.-Where's Bardolph? Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were mat.

Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your wor- ters against you for your life, to come speak with
ship a horse.
• Forces.

† Against their stomachs. • Alluding to an old proverb: Who goes to West1. Greater.

Owned. Il Gibe. minster for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, and to (A root supposed to have the shape of a man. Smithfield for a horse, may meet with a whore, a A little figure cut in agate.

knave, and a jade. ++ In their debt.

+ A catch-pole or bum-bailiff.

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Fal. As I was then advised by my learned coup, it was always yet the trick of our English nation, sel in the laws of this land-service, I did not if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

If you will needs say, I am an old man, you should Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in give me rest. I would to God, my name were not great infamy.

so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live be eaten to death with rust, than to be scour'd to in less.

nothing with perpetual motion. Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and God waste is great.

bless your expedition ! Fal. I would it were otherwise ; I would my Fal. Will your lordsbip lend me a thousand means were greater, and my waist slenderer. pound to furnish me forth?

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are

Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am the too impatient to bear crosses. Pare you well: comfellow with the great belly, and he my dog. mend me to my cousin Westmoreland. Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-heal'd

(Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle". little gilded over your night's exploit on Gad's-hill: A man can no more separate age and covetousyou may thank the unquiet time for your quiet ness, than he can part young limbs and lechery : o'er.posting that action.

but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches Fal. My lord |

the other; and so both the degrees prevent t my Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake curses.- Boylnot a sleeping wolf.

Page, Sirt
Pal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. Fal. What money is in my purse !

Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better Page. Seven grois and two-pence. part burnt out.

Fal. I aan get no remedy against this consumFal. A wassel • candle, my lord; all callow : 11 Lion of the purse: borrowing only lingers and I did say of was, my growth would approve the lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.--Go truth,

bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to CA. Jost. There is not a white hair on your face, the prince: this to the earl of Westmoreland ; and but should have his effect of gravity.

this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

sworn to marry since I perceived the first white Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and hair on my chin : about it, you know where to find down, like his ill angel.

me. (Exit Page.) A pox of this gout ! or, a gout of Fal. Not so, my lord ; your Dl angel is light; this pox! For the one, or the other, plays the rogue but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me with my great toe. It is no matter, if I do hali; ! without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall grant, I cannot go, I cannot telli. Virtue is of so seem the more reasonable : a good wit will make little regard in these coster-monger times, that true use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commovalour is turn'd bear herd Pregnancy 9 is made dity 1.

Erit. a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings : all the other gifts appertinent to man, SCENE 111.-York.-A Room in the Archbishop's as the malice of this age shapes thenı, are not

Palace. worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young : you mea. Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords Hastsure the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we that are in the vaward | of our

1998, MOWBRAY, and 'BARDOLPH. yoath, I must confess, are wags too.

Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the

our means ; scroll of youth, that are written down old with all And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, the characters of age ? Have you not a moist ere i Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes A dry hand ? A yellow cheek A white beard? A

And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? decreasing leg! An increasing belly? Is not your

Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our ai mis voice broken | Your wind short 1 Your chin doublet

But gladly would be better satistied, Your wit single 5! And every part about you blasted How, in our means, we should advance ourselves with antiquity **! And will you yet call yourself To look with forehead bold and big enough young! Fie, tie, fie, Sir John!

Upon the power and puissance of the king. Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and

To fire and twenty thousand inen of choice : something a round belly. For my voice,- i have And our supplies live largely in the hope Jost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To

of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns approve my youth further, I will not : the truth

With an incensed fire of injuries. is, I am only old in judgment and understanding;

Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standeth and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at

Whether our present five and twenty thousand him. For the box o' the ear that the prince gave May hold up head without Northumberland. you,-he gave it like a rude prince, and you took

Hast. With him, we may. it like a sensible lord. I have check'd him for it;

Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point; and the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes, My judgment is, we should not step too far

But if without him we be thought too feeble, and sackcloth ; but in new silk, and old sack. Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better Por, in a theme so bloody-faced as this,

Till we had his assistance by the hand : companion !

Fol. Heaven send the companion a better prince ! Conjecture, expectation, and surmise I cannot rid my hands of him,

of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. Ch. Just. Well, the king hath sever'd you and

Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, inprince Harry : l'hear, you are going with lord

deed, John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the

It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury: earl of Northumberland.

Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself with Fel. Yea ; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. Eating the air on promise of supply, at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! For, Flattering himself

with project of a power by the lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and

Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts : I mean not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot And so, with great imagination, day, an ! brandish any thing but my bottle, i Proper to madınen, led his powers to death, would I might never spít wbite again. There' is And, winking, leap'd into destruction. not a dangerous action can peep out bis head, but

Hast. But,' by your leave, it vever yet did I am thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever : but To lay down' likelihoods, and forms of hope: • A large candle for a feast,

Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war ;+ The coin called an angel. : Pass current.

Readiness. • A large wooden hammer so heavy as lo rei Forrpart.

Small. quire three men to wield it.

+ Anticipate

thus ;

* Old age.

1 Profit.

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