Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

P. HEN. I do, I will.

[A knocking beard. [Exeunt HOSTESS, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH.

Re-enter BARDOLPH, running.

BARD. O, my lord, my lord; the fheriff, with a most monftrous watch, is at the door.

FAL. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have much to fay in the behalf of that Falstaff.

Re-enter HOSTESS, haflily.

IOST. O Jefu, my lord, my lord !

FAL. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: What's the matter?

HOST. The fheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to fearch the house; Shall I let them in? FAL. Doft thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold, a counterfeit thou art effentially mad, without feeming fo.

P. HEN. And thou a natural coward, without instinct. FAL. I deny your major: if you will deny the fheriff, fo; 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 fhall as foon 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 confcience.

FAL. 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 fheriff..

Enter SHERIFF, and CARRIER.

Now, mafter sheriff; what's your will with me? SHER. Firft, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry

Hath follow'd certain men into this house.

P. HEN. What men?

SHER. One of them is well known, my gracious lord;

A grofs fat man.

CAR. As fat as butter.

P. HEN. The man, I do affure you, is not here;
For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
And, fheriff, I will engage my word to thee,
That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
Send him to anfwer thee, or any man,
For any thing he shall be charg'd withal:
And fo let me entreat you leave the house.

SHER. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen
Have in this robbery loft three hundred marks.

P. HEN. It may be fo: if he have robb'd these men, He shall be anfwerable; and fo, 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 SHERRIFF 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 fnorting like a horse.

P. HEN. Hark how hard he fetches breath: Search his pockets. [POINS fearches.] What haft thou found? POINS. Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. HEN. Let's fee what they be read them.
POINS. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.

Item, Sauce, 4d.

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

Item, Anchovies, and fack after fupper, 2s. 6d.

Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

P. HEN. O monftrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of fack !-What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there let him fleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning : we must all to the wars, and thy place fhall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score. The money fhall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and fo good morrow, Poins.

POINS. Good morrow, good my lord.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's Houfe. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER.

MORT. These promises are fair, the parties fure, And our induction full of profperous hope.

HOT. Lord Mortimer, and coufin Glendower,
Will you fit down?-

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

GLEND. No, here it is.

Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good cousin Hotspur:
For by that name as oft as Lancaster

Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with

A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heaven.

Hor. 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 creffets; and, at my birth,

The frame and the foundation of the earth
Shak'd like a coward.

Hor. Why, fo it would have done

At the fame season, if your mother's cat had

But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.
GLEND. I fay, the earth did shake when I was born.
HOT. And I fay, the earth was not of my mind,
If you fuppofe, as fearing you it shook.

[tremble.

GLEND. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did HOT. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholick pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement ftriving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples, and mofs-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this diftemperature,
In passion shook.

GLEND. Coufin, of many men

I do not bear thefe croffings. 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 ftrangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courfes of my life do fhow,

I am not in the roll of common men.

Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the fea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,-
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,

Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hor. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh:I will to dinner.

MORT. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. GLEND. I can call fpirits from the vafty deep.

Hor. Why, fo can I; or fo can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? GLEND. Why, I can teach you, coufin, to command The devil.

Hor. And I can teach thee, coz, to fhame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth, and fhame the devil.— If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be fworn, I have power to fhame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and fhame the devil. MORT. Come, come,

No more of this unprofitable chat.

GLEND. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent him,

Bootlefs home, and weather-beaten back.

Hor. Home without boots, and in foul weather too!

How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name?

[right,

GLEND. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our According to our threefold order ta'en?

MORT. The archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally :

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By fouth and eaft, is to my part affign'd:
All weftward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.