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As full of peril, and advent'rolloid,

Bat shall it be, that you,--that set the crown I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
Upon the head of this forgetful man;

W or. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you,
And, for his sake, wear the detested blot When you are better temper'd to attend.
Of murd'rous subornation,-shall it be,

North. Why, what a wasp-tongue and impaThat you a world of curses undergo;

tient fool Being the agents, or base second means, Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ? Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? 0, pardon me, that I descend so low,

Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'a To show the line, and the predicament,

with rods, Wherein you range under this subtle king.- Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. [place ?Or fill up chronicles in time to come,

In Richard's time, -What do yon call the That men of your mobility and power,

A plague upon't ;-it is in Gloucestershire;Did gage them both in an unjust behalf, 'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept : As both of you, God pardon iil have done, His uncle York ;-where I firat bow'd my knee To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke ? When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken,

North. At Berkley castle. That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off Hol. You say true By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ? Why, what a candy deal of courtesy No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem This fawning greyhound then did proffer me ! Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves Look,-when his infant fortune came to age, Into the good thoughts of the world aguin: And-gentle Harry Percy,--and, kind cousin, Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt, 0, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive Of this proud king; who studies, day and night, me! To answer all the debt he owes to you,

Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again; Therefore, I say,

We'll stay your leisure.
Peace, cousin, say no more:


I have done, i'faith. And now I will unclasp a secret book,

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish priAnd to your quick-conceiving discontents

soners. I'll read you matter deep and dangerous; Deliver them up without their ransom staight,

And make the Douglas' son your only inean As to o'erwalk a current, roaring

For powers in Scouand; which, for divers reaOn the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

sons, Flot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink or Which I shall send you written,-be assur'd, swim

Will easily be granted.-You, my lord, Send danger from the east unto the west,

[To Northumberland. So honour cross it from the north to south, Your son in Scotland being thus employed, And let them grapple:-0! the blocd more stirs, Shall secretly into the bosom creep. To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

Of that same noble ate, well beloy'd,
North. Imagination of some great exploit

The archbishop.
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot Of York, is't not?
Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy

Wor. True; who bears hard

(moon; His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Seroop To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd I speak not this in estimation, Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

As what I think might be, but what I know Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, Is ruminated, plotted, and set down; And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; And only stays but to behold the face So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Of that occasion that shall bring it on. Without corrival, all her dignities:

Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! North. Before the game's afoot, thou still let'st Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here,


(plot :But not the form of what he should attend. Hot. Why, it cannot choose but he a noble Good cousin, give me audience for a while. And then the power of Scotland, and of York, Hot. I cry you mercy,

To join with Mortimer, ha ?
Those same noble Scots, Wor.

And so they shall. That are your prisoners,

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Hot.

I'll keep them all; Wor. And 'uis no little reason bids us speed, By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them : To save our heads by raising of a head; No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: For, bear ourselves as even as we can, I'll keep them, by this hand.

The king will always think him in our debt; Wor.

You start away,

And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, And lend no ear unto my purposes.

Till he hath found a time to pay us home. Those prisoners you shall keep..

And see already, how he doth begin Hot.

Nay, I will; that's flat :- To make us strangers to his looks of love. He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;

him. But I will find him when he lies asleep,

Wor. Consin, farewell :-No further go in this, And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!

Than I by letters shall direct your course.

When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,) I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, Where you and Douglas, and our powers at To keep his anger still in motion.

once Wor.

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet, Cousin ; a word.

To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,

Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: North. Farewell, good brother :-we shall And that same sword-and-buckler prince of

thrive, I trust. Wales,

Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be short, But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance,

Till fields, and blows, and groans, applaud our sport!



Hear you,



Gads. What talk'st thou to me of the hangSCENE I. Rochester. An Inn Yard. man? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.

for, if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me; and,

thou knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the I'll be hanged: Charles' Wain is over the new which, for sport sake, are content to do the chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, profession some grace'; 'hat would, if matters ostler!

should be looked into, for their own credit sake, Ost. Within.! Anon, anon.

make all whole. I am joined with no foot land1 Car. I prythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; none a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung of these mad, mustachio, purple-hued maltin the withers out of all cess.

worms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; Enter another Carrier.

burgomasters, and great oneyers; such as can

hold in ; such as will strike sooner than speak, 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner a dog, and that is the next way to give poor than pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continujades the bots: this house is turned upside down, ally to their saint, the commonwealth; or, since Robin ostler died.

rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for 1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price they ride up and down on her, and make her of oats rose; it was the death of him.

their boots. 2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous house Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a will she hold out water in foul way? tench

Gads She will, she will; justice hath liquored 1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure, we a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. have been since the first cock.

Cham. Nay, by my faith, I think you are more 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for and then we leak in your chimney; and your your walking invisible? chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.

Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a 1 Car What, ostler! come away and be share in our purchase, as I am a true man. banged, come away.

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two a false thief. razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all Cross.

Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of 1 Cur: 'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. are quite starved. -What, ostler - A plague on

[Ereunt. thee! hast thon never an eye in thy head ? canst

SCENE II. The Road by Gadshill. not hear ? An 'were not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. - Enter Prince Henry, and Poins; Bardolph and Come, and be hanged:-Hast no faith in thee?

Peto, at some distance.
Enter Gadshill.

Poins. Comc, shelter, shelter: I have removed

Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gimmed Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? velvet. 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.

P. Hen. Stand close. Gads. I prythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable.

Enter Falstaff. 1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged ! Poins ! worth two of that, i' faith:

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; What Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thine.

a brawling dost thou keep? 2 Car. Ay, when? canst tell ?-Lend me thy Fal. Where's Poins, Hal? lantern, quoth a 3-mariy, I'll see thee hanged P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; first.

I'll go seek him. [Pretends to seek Poins. Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's comto come to London ?

pany: the rascal hath removed my horse, and 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a cantiert him I know not where. If I travel but dle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, four foot by the squire further afoot, I shall we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die with company, for they have great charge. a fair death for all this, if I'scape hanging for

(Ereunt Carriers. killing that rogue. I have forsworn his comGads. What, ho! chamberlain !

pany hourly, any time this two-and-twenty Cham. (Within. At hand, quoth pick purse. years, and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's Gals. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth company. If the rascal have not given me methe chamberlain: for thou variest no more from dicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; picking of purses, than giving direction doth It could not be else; I have drunk medicines. from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how. Poins !-Hal!-a plague upon you both! Enter Chamberlain.

Bardolph !-Peto !--I'll starve, ere I'll rob a foot

further. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It to turn true man, and leave these rogues, I am holds current, that I told you yesternight : the veriest varlet that ever chew'd with a tooth. There's a franklin in the wild of Kent, hath Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore and brought three hundred marks with him in gold: ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-hearted I heard him tell it to one of his company, last villains know it well enough: A plague upon't, night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that when thieves cannot be true to one another hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. [They whistle. Whew !-A plague upon you They are up already, and call for eggs and all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my butter: They will away presently.

horse, and be hanged. Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Ni- P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts; lie down; lay. cholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou Cham. No, l'll none of it: I prythee, keep canst hear the tread of travellers. that for the hangman; for, I know, thou wor Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, ship'st Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of false- being down ? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own bood may.

flesh so far asoot again, for all the coin in thy

father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to P. Hen. Your money. colt me thus?

(Rushing out upon them. P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou Poins. Villains. art uncolted.

[As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins Fal. I pr’ythee, good Prince Hal, help me to set upon them. Falstaff, after a blow or two, my horse: good king's son.

and ihe rest, run away, leaving their booty
e. Hen. Out, you roguel shall I be your ostler ? behind them.
Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily
garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I to horse :
have not ballads made on you all, and sung to The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear
filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison : So strongly, that they dare not meet each other ;
When a jest is so forward, and afoot too, I Each takes his fellow for an officer.
hate it

Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
Enter Gadshill.

And lards the lean earth as he walks along

Wer't not for laughing, 1 should pity him.
Gads. Stand.

Poins. How the rogue roard! [Exeunt.
Fal. So I do, against my will.
Poins. 0, 'tis our setter: I know his voice.

SCENE III. Warkworth. A Room in the

Enter Bardolph.

Enter Hotspur, reading a Letter.
Bard. What news?
Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors : be well contented to be there, in respect of the

-But, for mine own part, my lord, I could there's money of the king's coming down the love I bear your house.--He could be contenthill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer.

ed,-Why is he not then? In the respect of the Fal. You lie, you rogue ; 'tis going to the king's love he bears our house : -he shows in this, he tavern.

loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Gads. There's enough to make us all.

Let me see some more. The purpose you unFal. To be hanged.

dertake is dangerous ;-Why, that's certain P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink ! narrow lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk lower; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle danif they 'scape from your encounter, then they ger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose light on us.

you undertake is dangerous; the friends you Peto. How many be there of them ?

have named, uncertain ; the time itself unsortGads. Some eight, or ten.

ed; and your whole plot too light, for the Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?

counterpoise of so great an opposition.-Say P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your are a 'shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie.

you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal.

What a lack-brain is this? By the Lord our plot
P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.
Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind and constant; a good plot, good friends, and

is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true the hedge; when thou needest him, there thou full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

friends. Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and

What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? hanged. P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?

the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an

I were now by this rascal, I could brain him Poins. Here, hard by; stand close.

with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my [Exeunt P. Hen. and Poins. uncle, and myself ? Lord Edmund Mortimer, Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is say I ; every man to his business.

there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all Enter Travellers.

their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead the next month; and are they not, some of them, our horses down the hill : we'll walk afoot a set forward already? What a pagan rascal is while, and ease our legs.

this ? an infidel ? Ha! you shall see now, in very Thieves. Stand.

sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the Trav. Jesu bless us !

king, and lay open all our proceedings. 0, I Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving throats ; Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable knaves! they hate us youth : down with them; an action! Hang him ! let him tell the king; fleece them.

We are prepared: I will set forward to-night. I Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours,

Enter Lady Percy. for ever. Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves: Are ye un- How now, Kate ? I must leave you within these done! No, ye fat chuffs ; I would, your store

two hours. were here''On, bacons, on 1 What'ye knaves ? Lady, O my good lord, why are you thus young men must live:

You are grand jurors are For what offence have 1, this fortnight, been ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. (Exeunt Fal. &c. driving the Travellers out. A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins. Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men:

Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;

And start so often when thou sit'st alone ? week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, ever.

To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd,

And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars :
Re-enter Thieves.

Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then Cry, Courage !--to the field. And thou has
to horse before day. An the prince and Poins be talk'd
not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stir- of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
ring. there's no more valour in that Poins, than of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;
o a wild duck.

of basilisks, of cannon, culveria ;

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Oi prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, Poins. Where hast been, Hal?
And all the currents of a heady fight.

P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; and Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream:

can call them all by their Christian names, as And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already Such as we see when men restrain their breath upon their salvation, that, though I be but prince On some great sudden haste. 0, what portents of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy ; and are these?

tell me flatly I am no proud Jack, like FalSome heavy business hath my lord in hand, staff: but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good And I must know it, else he loves me not. boy,-by the lord, so they call me; and when Hot. What, hol is Gilliams with the packet I am king of England, I shall command all the gone ?

good lads in Eastcheap. They call--drinking

1 Enter Servan.

deep, dying scarlet ; and when you breathe in

your watering, they cry-hem! and bid you play Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

it off. - To conclude, I am so good a proficient Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with the sheriff ?

any tinker in his own language during my life. I Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that Hot. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not ? thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Serv. It is, my lord.

Ned, -10 sweeten which name of Ned, I give Hot.

That roan shall be my throne. thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapp'd even now Well, I will back him straight; O esperance !- into my hand by an under skinker; one that Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

never spake other English in his life, than

[Erit Servant. Eight shillings and sixpence, and- You are Larly. But hear you, my lord.

welcome: with his sbrill addition, Anon, anon, Hot. What say'st thou, my lady?

sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon, Lady. What is it carries you away?

or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till FalHot. Why, my horse, my love, my horse. staff come, I pr'ythee, do thou stand in some by. Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape!

room, while I question my puny drawer, to what A weilsel hath not such a deal of spleen, end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never As you are toss'd with. In faith,

leave calling-Francis, that his tale to me may I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. be nothing but-anon. Step aside, and I'll show I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir

thee a precedent. About his title, and hath sent for you,

Poins. Francis ! To line his enterprise : But if you go-

P. Hen. Thou art perfect. Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. Poins. Francis !

[Exit Poins. Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Directly to this question that I ask.

Enter Francis. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, burin. Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the An if thou will not tell me all things true. Pomegranate, Ralph. Hot. Away,

P. Hen. Come hither, Francis Away, you trifler!-Love? I love thee not, Fran. My lord. I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world, P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ? To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips : Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns, Poins. [Within.) Francis ! And pass them current too.-Gods me, my

Fran. Anon, anon, sir ! horse !

P. Hen. Five years! by'rlady a long lease for What say'st thou, Kale? what would'st thou the clinking of pewter.' But, Francis, darest have with me?

thon be so valiant, as to play the coward with Lady. Do you not love me? do you not indeed ? thy indenture, and to show it a fair pair of heels, Well, do noi then; for since you love me not, and run from it? I will not love myself. Do you not love me? Fran. O lord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the Nay, telline, if you speak in jest, or no. books in England, I could find in my heart Hoi. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

Poins. [Within.] Francis ! And when I am o' horseback, I will swtar Fran. Anon, anon, sir. I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate ; P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ? I must not have yon henceforth question me Fran. Let me see,- About Michaelmas next Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:

I shall be Whither I must, I must: and, to conclude, Poins. [Within. ) Francis ! This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. Fran. Anon, sir.–Pray you, stay a little, my I know you wise ; but yet no further wise, lord. Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are ; P. Hen. Nay, but hark yon, Francis : For the But yet a womin: and for secrecy,

sugar thou gavest me,-'twas a pennyworth, No lady closer; for I well believe,

was't not? Thou wilt not tatter what thou dost not know;

Fran. O lord, sir! I would it had been two. And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate !

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand Lady. How! so far?

pound : ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate; have it. Whither I go, thither shall you go too ;

Poins. [Within.) Francis ! Today will I set forth, to-morrow you.

Fran. Anon, anon. Will this content you, Kate ?

P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but Lady

It must, of force. tomorrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; (Exeunt. or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Fran.

cis, SCENE IV.

Fran. My lord ? Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern.

P. Hen. 'Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin

crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

stocking, caddis-gariar, smooth-tongue, SpaP. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee, come out of that fat nish-pouch,room, and lend ine thy hand to laugh a little. Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean 3

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P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man!
your only drink : for, look you, Francis, your what's the matter ?
white canvass doublet will sully: in Barbary, Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to
sir, it cannot come to so much.

that ; and Poins there? Fran. What, sir ?

Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call ine Poins. [Within.] Francis !

coward, I'll stab thee. P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned hem call?

ere I call thee coward: but I would give a thou[Here they both call him; the Drawer stands sand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. amazed, not knowing which way to go. You are straight enough in the shoulders, you Enter Vintner.

care not who sees your back: Call you that

backing of your friends ? A plagne upon such Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st backing! give me them that will face me:auch a calling? Look to the gnests within. [Erit Give me a cup of sack ;-I am a rogue, if I Fran. My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen drunk to-day, more, are at the door; Shall I let them in ? P. Hen. O villain, thy lips are scarce wiped

P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open since thou drunk'st last.
the door. [Erit Vintner. ] Poins!

Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cow-
Re-enter Poins.
ards, still say I.

[He drinks.

P. Hen. What's the matter? Poins. Anon, anon, sir.

Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the here have ta'en a thousand pound this morning. thieves are at the door ; Shall we be merry ? P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it? Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But Fal. Where is it? taken from as it is: a hunbark ye; What cunning match have you made dred upon poor four of us. with this jest of a drawer? come, what's the P. Tlen. What, a hundred, man? issue?

Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have with a dozen of them two hours together. I show'd themselves humours, since the old days have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this pre- through the doublet; four, through the hose; my sent twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter Fran- buckler cut through and through ; my sword cis with wine. ] What's o'clock, Francis ? hacked like a hand-saw, ecce signum. I never Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

dealt better since I was a man: all would not P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have do. A plague of all cowards !-let them speak; fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a if they speak more or less than truth, they are woman!--His industry is-1p-stairs, and down- villains, and the sons of darkness. stairs : his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning: P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it ? I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of Gads. We four set upon some dozen, the north: he that kills me some six or seven Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord. dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, Gads. And bound them. and says to his wife,-Fie upon this quiet life! Peto. No, no, they were not bound. I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how Fal. You rogne, they were bound, every man many hast thou killed to-day ? Give my roan of them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. horse a drench, says he; and answers, Some Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, a trifle. fresh men set upon us, pr'ythee, call in Falstaff; I'll play Percy, and Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in that damned brawn shall play dame Mortimer the other. his wife. Rivo, says the drunkard. Call in ribs, P. Hen. What, fought you with them all ? call in tallow.

Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all : but Enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Peto. of radish: if there were not two or three and

if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been ? fifty upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legFal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a god creature. vengeance too! marry, and amen! Give me a Poins. 'Pray God, you have not murdered cup of sack, boy.-Ere I lead this life long, I'll some of them. scw nether-stocks, and mend them, and foot them Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have too. A plague of all cowards !-Give me a cup peppered two of them: two, I am sure, I have of sack, rogue.--Is there no virtue extant ?

paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee

(He drinks, what, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, P. Hen. Didst thon never see Titan kiss a dish call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward ;of butter ? pitiful-hearted butter, that melted at here 1 lay, and thus I bore my point. Four the sweet tale of the sun! if thou didst, then be- rogies in buckram let drive at me, hold that compound.

P. Hen. What, four ? thou saidst but two, Fal. You rogue, bere's lime in this sack too : even now. There is nothing but roguery to be found in vil. Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four. lanous man : Yet a coward is worse than a cup Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. of sack with lime in it; a villanous coward. Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly -Go thy ways, old Jack'; die when thou wilt, thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon all their seven points in my target, thus. the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring. P. Hen. Seven } why, there were but four, There live not three good men unhanged in even now. England; and one of them is fat, and grows old : Fal. In buckram. God help the while ! a bad world, I say. I would, Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits. I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or any Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. thing: 4 plague of all cowards, I say still. P. Hen. Prythee, let him alone; we shall P. Hen. How now, wool.sack? what mutter have more anon. you ?

Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal? Pal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of P. Hen, Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild These nine in backram, that I told thee of, geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. You P. Hen. So, two more already. prince of Wales !

Fal. Their points being broken,

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