PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Fourth.

(Poins. Henry, prince of Wales,

Gadshill. , } sons to the king. Earl of Westmoreland, } friends to the king.

Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to MorThomas Percy, earl of Worcester.

timer. Henry Percy, earl of Northumberland.

Lady Mortimer, daughter to Glendower, and wife Henry Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his son.

to Mortimer. Edmund Mortimer, earl of March.

Mrs. Quickly, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap.
Scroop, archbishop of York.
Archibald, earl of Douglass.

Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain,
Owen Glendower.

Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Ali Sir Richard Vernon.

tendants. Sir John Falstaff.

Scene, England.

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West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,

And many limits of the charge set down SCENE I.-London. A room in the palace. But yesternight : when, all athwart, there came Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news,

A Blunt, and others.

Whose worst was,-that the noble Mortimer,

Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
King Henry.

Against the irregular and wild Glendower,

Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, And a thousand of his people butchered:
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse,
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils Such beastly, shameless transformation,
To be commenc'd in stronds' afar remote. By those Welshwomen done, as may not be,
No more the thirsty Erinnys: of this soil

Without much shame, re-told or spoken of,
Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; K. Hen. Il seems then, that the tidings of this
No more shall trenching war channel her fields,

Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
Of hostile paces; those opposed eyes,

West. This, match'd with other, did, my graWhich-like the meteors of a troubled heaven,

cious lord; All of one nature, of one substance bred,

For more uneven and anwelcome news Did lately meet in the intestine shock

Came from the north, and thus it did import, And furious close of civil butchery,

On Holy-rood day,' the gallant Hotspur there, Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks,

Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, March all'one way; and be no more oppos'd

That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies :

At Holmedon met,
The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour ;
No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, As by discharge of their artillery,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ

And shape of likelihood, the news was told; (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross

For he that brought them, in the very heat We are impressed and engag'd to fight,).

And pride of their contention did take horse,
Forthwith a powers of English shall we levy;

Uncertain of the issue any way.
Whose arms were moulded in their mothers wombi K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious
To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,

friend, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,

Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd,

Stain'de with the variation of each soil For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,

And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. And bootlessi 'tís to tell you-we will go;

The earl of Douglass is discomfited; Therefore we meet not now :-Then let me hear

Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,

Balk'd in their own blood, did sir Walter see What yesternight our council did decree,

On Holmedon's plains: Os prisoners, Hotspur took In forwarding this dear expedience.

Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son (1) Strands, banks of the sea.

(6) Estimates. (7) September 14. 12) The Fury of discord.

(6) Covered with dirt of different colours. (3) Force, army. (4) Needless. (5) Expedition.

(9) Piled up in a heap.

To beaten Douglas ; and the earls of Athol, Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.

king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, And is not this an honourable spoil ?

be called thieves of the day's beauty; let us be A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not ?

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minWest. In faith,

ions of the moon: And let men say, we be men It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. of good government: being govern'd as the sea is, K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, ard by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under mak'st me sin

whose countenance we-steal. In envy that my lord Northumberland

P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well tos: Should be the father of so blest a son :

for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;

doth ebb and flow like the sea ; being governed as Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now : A Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride : purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday See riot and dishonour stain the brow

morning; got with swearing-lay by, and spent Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, with crying-bring in :' now, in as low an ebb as That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd the foot of the ladder; and,'by and by, in as high In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, a flow as the ridge of the gallows. And call'd mine-Percy, his-Plantagenet ! Fal. By the Lord, thou

say'st true, lad. And is Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? But let him from my thoughts :-What think you,. P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of coz,

the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet or this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, robe of durance ? Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd,

Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in To his own use he keeps ; and sends me word, thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague bare I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. I to do with a buff jerkin ? West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor-, P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my cester,

hostess of the tavern ? Malerolent to you in all aspects ;'

Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up many a time and oft. The crest of youth against your dignity.

P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid And, for this cause, a while we must neglect

all there. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin Cousin,

on Wednesday next our council we would stretch; and, where it would not, I have Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords : used my credit. But come yourself with speed to us again ; Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here For more is to be said, and to be done,

apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I Than out of anger can be uttered.

pr'ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standWest. I will, my liege.

(Exeunt. ing in England when thou art king? and resolu

tion thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty curb of old SCENE II.-The same. Another room in the father antic the law ? Do not thou, when thou art palace. Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and king, hang a thief. Falstaff.

P. Hen. No, thou shalt.

Fal. Shall I ?'O rare! By the lord I'll be a brave Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? judge.

P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking. P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast become a rare hangman. forgotten to demand that truly which thou would'st Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I the time of the day ? unless hours were cups of can tell you. sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ? of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am fame-colour'd taffeta; I see no reason, why thou as melancholy as a gib' cat, or a lugged bear. should'st be so superfluous to demand the time of P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. the day.

Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal: for P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven melancholy of Moor-ditch ? stars; and not by Phæbus,-he, that wandering Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; and knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest when thou art king, -as, God save thy grace sweet young prince, -But, Hal, I prythee, trouble (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have me no more with fanity. I would to God, thou none,

and I knew where a commodity of good names P. Hen. What, none ?

were to be bought: An old lord of the council nFal. No, by my troth ; not so much as will ted me the other day in the street about you, sir ; serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. but I marked him not : and yet he talked very

P. Hen.“ Well, how then? come, roundly, wisely ; but I regarded him not: and yet he talked roundly.

wisely, and in the street too. (1) Points... (2) Trim, as birds clean their feathers. (7) Gib cal, should be lib cal,--a Scotch tert

3 Favourites (4) Stand still. (6) More wine. at this day for a gelded cat. 6) The dress of sheriffs' officers.

(8) Croak of a frog.


P. Hen. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of perin the streets, and no man regards it.

suasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration and art, thou speakest may move, and what he hears may indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done be believed, that the true prince may (for recreamuch harm upon me, Hal,-God forgive thee for tion sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and of the time want countenance. Farewell: You now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better shall find me in Eastcheap. than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring ! Farewell, and I will give it over ; by the Lord, an I do not, All-hallown summer!'

[Exit Falstaft. I am a villain ; I'll be damned for never a king's Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride son in Christendom.

with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-mor- cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, TON, Jack?

and Gadshill,

shall rob those men that we have als Fol

. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an 1 ready way-laid; yourself, and 1, will not be there : do not, call me villain, and baffle me.

and when they have the booty, if you and I do not P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; rob them, cut this head from my shoulders. from praying, to purse-taking.

P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in Enter Poins, at a distance.

setting forth?

Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wheresin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins ! in it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. adventure upon the exploit themselves: which 0, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set hell were hot enough for him? This is the most upon them. onnipotent villain, that ever criei, Stand, to a P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know true man.

us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.

appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.-What says Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll monsieur Remorse? What says sir John Sack- tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, and-Sugar ? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good-friday buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outlast, for a cup of Madeira, and a cold ca pon's leg? ward garments. P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil P. Hen. Biit, I doubt, they will

be too hard for us, shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil his due. as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and

Poins. Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, word with the devil.

I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue the devil.

will tell us, when we meet at supper : how thirty, Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morn- at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, ing, by four o'clock, early at Gadshil! ; There are what extremities he endured; and, in the reproof pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, of this, lies the jest. and traders riding to London with fat purses: P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all have visors for you all, you have horses for your things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in selves; Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester ; I have Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap; Poins. Farewell, my lord. (Exit Poins. we may do it as secure as sleep: If you will go, P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will The unyok'd humour of your idleness : not, tarry at home, and be hanged.

Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Fal. Hear me, Yedward; if I tarry at home, and Who doth permit the base contagious clouds go not, I'l} hang you for going.

To smother up his beauty from the world, Poins. You will, chops ?

That, when he please again to be himself, Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ?

Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd'at, P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief ? not I, by my By breaking through the foul and ugly mist's faith.

of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good If all the year were playing holidays, fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood To sport would be as tedious as to work ; royal, it thou darest not stand for ten shillings. But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come,

P. 'Hen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. mad-cap.

So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
Fal. Why, that's well said.

And pay the debt I never promised,
P. Flen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. By how much better than my word I am,

Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; 16 thou art king.

And, like bright metal on a sullen' ground, P. Hen. I care not.

My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince and Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, me alone ; I will lay him down such reasons for Than that which hath no foil to set it off. this adventure, that he shall go.

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill :

Redeeming time, when men think least I will. (Ex. (1) Citation of holy texts. (2) Treat me with ignominy.

(7) Fine weather at All-hallown-tide (i. e. All (3) Made an appointment.

(4) Honest: Saints, Nov. Ist) is called an All-hallown suinmer. (5) Masks.

(8) Occasion. (6) The value of a coin called real or royab. (9) Confutation. (10) Expectations, (11) Dull.



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SCENE III.-The same. Another room in the Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, palace. Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Which many a good tall' fellow had destroy'd Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, others.

He would himself have been a soldier. K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tem- This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,

I answer'd indirectly, as I said ; perate,

And, I beseech you, let not his report
Unapt to stir at these indignities,

Come current for an accusation,
And you have found me; for, accordingly,
You tread upon my patience but, be sure,

Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my I will from henceforth rather be myself,

Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition ;'
which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, To such a person and in such a place,

Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
And therefore lost that title of respect,
Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud. At such a time, with all the rest re-told,
Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little de- May reasonably die, and never rise

To do him wrong, or any way impeach

What then he said, so he unsay it now.
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners ;
And that same greatness tog which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.

But with proviso, and exception,

That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight
North. My lord,
K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see

His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer ;

Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd And disobedience in thine eye: 0, sir,

The lives of those that he did lead to fight Your presence is too bold and peremptory,

Against the great magician, damn'a Glendower ; And majesty might never yet endure

Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March The moody frontierof a servant brow.

Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then You have good leave to leave us; when we need Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home? Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.

Shall we buy treason? and indent® with fears, [Exit Worcester.

When they have lost and forfeited themselves? You were about to speak.

[To North. No, on the barren mountains let him starve ; North.

Yea, my good lord.

For I shall never hold that man my friend, Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,

To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer !
Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
As is deliver'd to your majesty :.

He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
Either envy, therefore, or misprision

But by the chance of war ;--To prove that true, Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.

Necds no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.

Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, But, I remember, when the fight was done,

When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,

In single opposition, hand to hand, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,

He did confound the best part of an hour Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd,

In changing hardimentio with great Glendower : Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reapa, Three times they breath’d, and three times did they Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;

drink, He was perfumed like a milliner;

Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held

Who then affrighted with their bloody looks, A pouncet-box,* which ever and anon

Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, He gave his nose, and took't away again ;

And hid his crisp'' head in the hollow bank Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,

Blood-stained with these valjant combatants. Took it in snuff:--and still he smild, and talk'd ; Colour her

working with such deadly wounds ;

Never did bare and rotten policy
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them-untaught knaves, unmannerly,

Nor never could the noble Mortimer
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse

Receive so many, and all willingly: Betwixt the wind and his nobility,

Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. With many holiday and lady terms

K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost He questión'd me; among the rest demanded

belie him, My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.

He never did encounter with Glendower; i then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, He durst as well have

met the devil alone,

thee, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience,

As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what;

Art not ashamed ? But, sirrah, henceforth He should, or he should not ;-for he made me mad, Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,

Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Or you shall hear in such a kind from me Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland, mark!)

We license your departure with your son: And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth

Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ;

(Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train. And that it was great pity, so it was,

Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, That villanous salt-petre should be digg'd

I will not send them :-) will after straight,
(2) Forehead.
(5) Parrot. (6) Pain.

Ready assent

(8) Sign an indenture.
Annáll box for musk or other perfumes.

(16) Hardiness,

(11) Curled.

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You start away,

And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, And now I will unclasp a secret book,
Although it be with hazard of my head.

And to your quick-conceiving discontents North What, drunk with choler ? stay, and I'll read you matter deep and dangerous ; pause a while;

As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit, Here comes your uncle.

As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,

On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
Re-enter Worcester.

Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink or swim a Hot.

Speak of Mortimer? Send danger from the east unto the west, Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul So honour cross it from the north to south, Want mercy, if I do not join with him :

And let them grapple ;-0! the blood more stirs, Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the dust, North. Imagination of some great exploit But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer

Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. As high i'the air as this unthankful king,

Hol. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon: North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew Or dive into the bottom of the deep, mad.

(To Worcester. Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners ;

So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, And when I urg'd the ransom once again Without corrival, all her dignities : of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship !5 And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,

Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here. Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. But not the form of what he should attend.

Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd, Good cousin, give me audience for a while.
By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ? Hot. I cry you mercy.
North. He was ; I heard the proclamation:


Those same noble Scots, And then it was, when the unhappy king

That are your prisoners, (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth Hot.

I'll keep them all ; Upon his Irish expedition ;

By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them : From whence he, intercepted, did return

No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not : To be depos'd, and shortly, murdered.

I'll keep them, by this hand. Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's

Wor. wide mouth

And lend no ear unto my purposes.Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.

Those prisoners you shall keep. Hot. But, soft, I pray you: Did king Richard


Nay, I will; that's flat:then

He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer

Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer; Heir to the crown ?

But I will find him when he lies asleep,

He did : myself did hear it. And in his ear, I'll holla-Mortimer !
Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, Nay,
That wish him on the barren mountains starvd. I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
But shall it be, that you,—that set the crown

Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
Upon the head of this forgetful man;.

To keep his anger still in motion. And, for his sake, wear the detested 'blot

Wor. Of murd'rous subornation,-shall it be,

Cousin, a word. That you a world of curses undergo;

Hot. 'All studies here I solemnly defy," Being the agents, or base second means,

Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke : The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ?- And that same sword-and-bucklers prince of 0, pardon me, that I descend so low,

Wales,To show the line, and the predicament,

But that I think his father loves him not, Wherein you range under this subtle king.

And would be glad he met with some mischance, Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. Or fill up chronicles in time to come,

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, That men of your nobility and power

When you are better temper'd to attend. Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,

Norih. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient As both of you, God pardon it! have done,

fool To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,

Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; And plant this thorn, this canker,Bolingbroke? Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? And shall it, in more shame, be farther spoken,

Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd That you are foolid, discarded, and shook off

with rods. By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ? Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves

In Richard's time,-What do you call the place ?Into the good thoughts of the world again : A plague upon't !-it is in Gloucestershire ;Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd' contempt,

'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept ; of this proud king;

who studies, day and night, His uncle York ;-where I first bowed my knee To answer all the debt he owes to you,

Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.

When you and he came back from Ravenspurg, Therefore, I say,

North. At Berkley castle.
Peace, cousin, say no more:

Hot. You say true :(1) Ungrateful.

(2) The dog-rose. (7) Refuse. (3) Disdainful. (4) A rival. . (5) Friendship.

The term for a blustering quarrelsome fellow. (6) Shanes created by his imagination.

(9) Mind, humour.

Hear you,

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