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Out of my grief and my impatience,

As will displease you.-My lord Northumberland, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what,

We license your departure with your son. — ile should, or he should not; for he made me mad, Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,

(Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. And talk, so like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Hot. And if the devil come and rour for them,
Of guns, and drums,and wounds,(God save the mark!) I will not send them. I will after straight,
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise;

Although it be with hazard of my head.
And that it was great pity, so it was,

North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause
That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd

awhile !
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

Here comes your uncle.
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd

Re-enter WORCESTER.
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns,

Ilot. Speak of Mortimer!
He would himself have been a soldier.

'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul This bald disjointed chat of his, my lord,

Want mercy, if I do not join with him.
I answer'd indirectly, as I said ;

Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
And, I beseech you, let not his report

And shed my dear blood drop by drop i’the dust,
Come current for an accusation,

But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

As high i'the air, as this unthankful king,
Blunt. The circumstance consider’d, good my lord, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,

North, Brother, the king hath made your nephew
To such a person, and in such a place,

mad.

(To Worcester. At such a time, with all the rest retold,

Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? May reasonably die, and never rise

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners ;
To do him wrong, or any way impeach

And when I urg'd the ransom once again
What then he said, so he unsay it now,

of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; And on my face he turn’d an eye of death,
But with proviso, and exception,

Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer,

By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood ?
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd

North. He was; I heard the proclamation ;
The lives of those, that he did lead to fight And then it was, when the unhappy king
Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower; (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth
Whose daugther, as we hear, the earl of March Upon his Irish expedition,
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then

from whence he, intercepted, did return
Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?

To be depos'd, and shortly murdered.
Shall we buy treason ? and indent with fears, Wor. And for whose death we in the world's wide
When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? mouth
No, on the barren mountains let him starve; Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.
l'or I shall never hold that man my friend, Ilot. But, soft, I pray you'! Did king Richard then
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Proclaim

my

brother Edmund Mortimer
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Heir to the crown?
Hot, Pevolted Mortimer !

North. He did; myself did hear it.
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
But by the chance of war. To prove that true, That wish'd him on the barren mountains stary'd.
Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, But shall it be, that you,—that set the crown
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, Upon the head of this forgetful man,
When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,

And, for his sake, wear the detested blot
In single opposition, hand to hand,

Of murd'rous subornation, shall it be,
He did confound the best part of an hour

That you a world of curses undergo,
In changing hardiment with great Glendower. Being the agents, or base second means,
Three times they breath'd, and three times did they The cords, the ladder, or the hanginan rather?-
drink,

0, pardon me, that I descend so low,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood,

To show the line, and the predicament,
Who, then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Wherein you range under this subtle king !--
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,

Shall it, for shame, be spoken in those days,
And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. That men of your nobility and power
Never did bare and rotten policy

Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
Colour her working with such deadly wounds ; As both of you, God pardon it! have done,-
Nor never could the noble Mortimer

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
Receive so many, and all willingly.

And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken,
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off
him,

By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ?
He never did encounter with Glendower; No! yet time serves, wherein you may redeem
I tell thee,

Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
He durst as well have met the devil alone, Into the good thoughts of the world again,
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.

Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt
Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth

of this proud king, who studies, day and night,
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer!

To answer all the debt, he owes to you,
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
Or
you
shall bear in such a kind from me

Therefore, I say

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Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more!

And-gentle Harry Percy, -and kind cousin,-
And now I will unclasp a secret book,

o, the devil take such cozeners -God forgive me!
And to your quick-conceiving discontents Good uncle, tell your tale! for I have done,
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,

Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again !
As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,

We'll stay your leisure.
As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,

Hot. I have done, i faith.
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear:

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners !
Hlot. If he fall in, good night!-or sink, or swim: Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
Send danger from the east unto the west,

And make the Douglas' son your only mean
So honour crose it from the north to soutlı, For powers in Scotland; which, - for divers reasons,
And let them grapple. 0! the blood more stirs, Which I shall send you written, -- be assur'd,
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

Will easily be granted. — You, my lord, -
North. Imagination of some great exploit

[To Northumberland. Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,

Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an casy leap, Shall secretly into the bosom creep
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon, of that same noble prelate, well belov’d,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

The archbishop.
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, Hot. Of York, is't not?
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; Wor. True ; who bears hard
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.
Without corrival, all her dignities :

I speak not this in estimation,
But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

As what I think might be, but what I know
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
But not the form of what he should attend.

And only stays but to behold the face
Good consin, give me audience for a while! Of that occasion, that shall bring it on.
Hlot. I cry you mercy.

Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
Wor. Those same noble Scots,

North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st slip.
That are your prisoners,—

Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot
Hot. I'll keep them all.

And then the power of Scotland, of a York, -
By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them: To join with Mortimer, ha?
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: Wor. And so they shall.
I'll keep them, by this hand.

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. You start away,

Wor. And ’tis no little reason, bids us speed,
And lend no ear unto my purposes.-

To save our heads by raising of a head:
Those prisoners you shall keep.

For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat.

The king will always think him in our debt,
He said, he would not ransom Mortimer,

And think, we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Forbad my tongue, to speak of Mortimer; Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
But I will find him, when he lies asleep,

And see already, how he doth begin
And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!

To make us strangers to his looks of love.
Nay,

Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.
I'll have a starling, shall be taught to speak Wor. Cousin, farewell! - No further go in this,
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,

Than I by letters shall direct your course!
To keep his anger still in motion.

When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,)
Wor. Hear you,

I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer;
Cousin, a word!

Where you and Douglas, and ovr powers at once,
Hot. All stndies here I solemnly defy,

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke, To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales,- Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
But that I think his father loves him not,

North. Farewell, good brother! we shall thrive, !
And would be glad, he met with some mischance,
I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

Hot. Uncle, adieu!-0, let the hours be short,
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!
When you are better temper'd to attend.
North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood,

II.
Tying thine ear to no tongne but thine own?

A CT
Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd SCENEI, — Rochester. An Inn yard.
with rods,

Enter u Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.
Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear 1 Car. Heigh ho! 'An't be not four by the day, 1'}}
of this vile politician, Bolingbroke,

be haug’d: Charles' wain is over the new chimney,
In Richard's time, what do you call the and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
place? -

Ost. (Within.] Anon, anon.
A plague upon't!-- it is in Gloucestershire;-

1 Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cat's saddle, put a few
'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept, Rocks in the point!'the poor jade is wrung in the wi-
His uncle York, where I first bow'd my knee thers out of all cess.
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,

Enter another Carrier.
When you and he came back from Ravenspurg.

2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here, as a dog,
North. At Berkley castle.

and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: Hot. You say true.

this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostWhy, what a candy deal of courtesy

ler died. This fawning greyhound then did profer me!

1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed, since the price of in, -when his infant fortune came to age, oats rose; it was the death of him.

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

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

ceipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think, you are more bethen we leak in your chimney; and your chamber- holden to the night, than to fern-sced, for your walklie breeds fleas, like a loach.

ing invisible, 1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, Gads. Give me thy hand! thou shalt have a share come away!

in our purchase, as I am a true man, 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. thief.

1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite Gads. Go to! Homo is a common name to all men. starved. - What, ostler ! - A plague on thee! hast Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable ! thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear ? An Farewell, you muddy knave!

(Exeunt. 'twere not as good a deed, as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.—Come, and be hanged:

SCENE II. –The road by Gadshill. hast no faith in thee?

Enter Prince Hesty, and Poins; BAUDOLPI and Peto,

at some distance.
Enter GADSHILL.
Gads. Good morrow, carriers! What's o'clock?

Poins. Come, shelter, shelter! I have removed Fal1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.

staff's horse, and he frets, like a gummed velvet.

P. Hen. Stand close !
Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my
gelding in the stable!

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

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! What a
Gads. I prythee, lend me thine!

brawling dost thou keep? 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ? — Lend me thy lan Ful. Where's Poins, Hal? tern, quoth a? — marry, I'll see thee hanged first. P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll Gads. Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to 89 seek lim.

(Pretends to seek Poins. come to London?

Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, the rascal hath removed my horse,and tied him, I know I warrant thee. - Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call not where. If I travel but four foot by the squire up the gentlemen; they will along with company, further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt for they have great charge. [Exeunt Carriers. not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape Gads. What, ho! chamberlain!

hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his Cham. [Within.] At havd, quoth pick-purse. company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, Gads. That's even as fair asmat hand, quoth the and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking if the rascal have not given me medicines to make of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; thou lay'st the plot how.

I have drunk medicines. -- Poins !--Hal!. - a plague Enter Chamberlain.

upon you both! — Bardolph! — Peto! - I'll starve, Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill! It holds cor

ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good rent, that I told yon yesternight: There's a franklin

a deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred rognes, I am the veriest varlet, that ever chewed with marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one

a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore

and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-heartof his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor, one, that hath abundance of charge too, God ed villains know it well enough. A plague upon't

, knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs whistle. ] Whew! - A plague upon yon all! Give

when thieves cannot be true to one another! [They aud butter: they will away presently. Guds. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas' me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and

be hanged! clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down! lay thine Cham. No, I'll none of it. I pr’ythee, keep that for the hangman! for, I know, thou worship’st saint Ni- ear close to the ground, and list, if thou canst hear the

tread of travellers! cholas as truly, as a man of falsehood may. Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I down?

'Sblood, I'll not bear my own flesh so far afoot hang, old sir John hangs withome; and, thou again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What knowest, he's no starveling. Tut'there are other Tro- a plague mean ye to colt me thus? jans, that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport colted.

P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art unsake, are content to do the profession some grace; Pal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with good king's son ! no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers;

P. Hen. Out, you rogur, shall I be your ostler? vone of these mad, mustachio purple-hued malt- ters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not bal

Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garworms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgo, lads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup masters, and great oneyers, such as can hold in, such of sack be my poison! When a jest is so forward, and as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray; and yet I lie;

afoot too, - I hate it.
for they pray continually to their saint, the common-

Enter GADSHILL.
wealth, or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her ; Gads. Stand!
for they ride up and down on her, and make her Fal. Soldo, against my will.
their boots.

Poins, 0, 'tis our setter: I know his voice.

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Enter BARDOLPH.

\your house. — He could be contented, “Why is he Band. What news ?

not then? In respect of the love, he bears our honse:Gads. Case ye, case ye! On with your visors ! there's he shows in this, he loves his own barn better, than he money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going loves our house. Let me see some more! The purpose to the king's exchequer.

you undertake, is dangerous ;—Why, that's certain; Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : bati

tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we Gads. There's enough to make us all,

pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake, Fal. To be hanged.

is dangerous ; the friends you have named, uncertain; P. Hlen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they'scape light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposifrom your encounter, then they light onus.

tion.-Say you so, say yon so? I say unto you again, you Peto. How many be there of them?

are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackGads. Some eight or ten.

brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is as good a plot, as Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?

ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good P. llen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch? plot, good friends, and full of expectation : an excelFal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grand-lent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited father; but yet no coward, Hal.

rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.

plot, and the general course of the action. Zounds, Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his hedge; when thou needest him, there thou shalt find lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myhim. Farewell, and stand fast!

self? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Fal. Now cannot Istrike him, if I should be hanged. Owen Glendower? Is there not, beside, the Douglas ? P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?

Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the Poins. Here, hard by; stand close!

ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of (Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; this? an infidel? Ha! you shall see now, in very

sinevery man to his business!

cerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and Enter Travellers.

lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my1 Trav. Come, neighbour! the boy shall lead our self, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimhorses down the hill; we'll walk afoot a while, and ease med milk with so honourable an action ! Hang him! let our legs.

him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward Thieves. Stand !

to-night. Trav. Jesu bless us !

Enter Lady PERCY.
Fal. Strike! down with them! cut the villains' How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two
throats! Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed kna-hours.
ves! they hate us youth: down with them! fleece them! Lady. O my good lord, why are youthus alone?

1 Trav: 0, we are undone, both we and ours, for ever. For what offeuce have I, this fortuight, been
Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves! Are ye undone? A banished woman from my Harry's bed?
No, ye fut chuffs! I would, your store were here! On, Tell me, sweet lord, what is't, that takes from thee
bacons, on! What, yeknaves ? yoang men must live: Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
you are grand-jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,

(Exeunt Falstaff,etc. driving the Travel- and start so often, when thou sit’st alone?
lers out.

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
Re-enter Prince Henry and Poirs.

Andgiven my treasures, and my rights of thee,
P. Tlen. The thieves have bound the true men. Now To thick-ey'd musing, and curs’d melancholy?
could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
London, it would be argument for a week, laughter Aud heard thee murmur tales of iron wars,
for a month, and a good jest for ever.

Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed,
Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

Cry, Courage!-to the field? And thou hast talk'd
Re-enter Thieres.

Of sallies, and retires, of trenches, tents,
Fal. Come, niy masters, let us share, and then to Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
horse before day! An the prince and Poins be not two of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,
more valour in that Poins, than in a wild duck. And all the 'currents of a heady fight.
P. Hen. Your money! (:shing out upon them. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
Poins. Villains :

And thus hath so bestir'd thee in thy sleep,
[As they are sharing, the prince and That beads of sweat have stood apon thy brow,

Poins set upon them. Falstaff, after a Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream;
blow or two, and the rest, run away, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,

leaving their booty behind them.] Such as we see, when men restrain their breath
P. Flen. Got with much ease! Now merrily to horse! On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are
The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear

these? So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Each takes his fellow for an officer.

And I must know it, else he loves me not. Away, gnod Ned! Falstaff sweats to death,

Hot. What, ho!'is Gilliams with the packet gone? And lards the lean earth, as he walks along:

Enter Servant. Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.

Sev. Heis, my lord, an hour ago. Poins. How the rogne roar'd!

(Exeunt. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheSCENE III. – Warkworth. A room in the castle.

rifl? Enter Hotspur, reading a letter,

Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. - But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? contented to be there, in respect of the love, I bearServ. It is, my lord.

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Hot. That roan shall be my throne.

Mife. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperance! - that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Bid Butler lead him forth into the park ![Exit Servant. Ned, — to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this Lady. But hear you, my lord !

pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand Hot. What say'st, my lady?

by an under-skinker, one, that never spake other Lady. What is it carries you away?

English in his life, than Eight shillings and sixpence, Hot. My horse,

and You are welcome; with this shrill addition, My love, my horse.

Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in the HalfLady. Out, you mad-headed ape!

moon, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,

Falstaff come, I prythee, do thou stand in some byAs you are toss'd with. In faith,

room, while I question my puny drawer, to what end he I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.

gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing bat anon.
About his title, and hath sent for you,

Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent.
Toine his enterprize. But if yon go -

Poins. Francis !
Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

P. Hen. Thou art perfect.
Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Poins. Francis !

(Exit Poins. Directly to this question, that I ask!

Enter FRANCIS.
In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

Fran. Anon, anon, sir !- Look down into the Pome-
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

granate, Ralph!

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. Her. 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.] Fraucis !
And pass them current too. — Gods me, my horse! - Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
What say'st thou, Kate? what would'sť thou have P. Hen. Five years! by’rlady, a long lease for the
with me?

clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so
Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed ? valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture, and
Well, do not then! for, since you love me not, to shew it a fair pair of heels, 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 books in
Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no!

England, I could find in my heart
Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

Poins. (Within.] Francis !
And when I am o'horse-back, I will swear,

Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate!

P. Hen. How old art thon, Francis ?
I must not have you henceforth question me,

Fran. Let me see!- About Michaelmas next I shall
Whither I go, nor reason, whereabout:

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 lord !
Iknow you wise; but yet no further wise,

P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar Than Harry Percy's wife. Constant you are;

thou gavest me, – 'twas a pennyworth, was't not? But yet a woman: and for secrecy,

Fran. O lord, sir! I would, it had been two.
No lady closer; for I well believe,

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound : ask
Thou wilt not atter what thou dost not know;

me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate!

Poins. (Within.] Francis !
Lady. How! so far?

Fran. Anon, anon.
Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate? P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : butto-mor-
Whither I go, thither shall you go too;

row, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; or, indeed, To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you

Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis, –
Will this content you, Kate?

Fran. My lord ?
Lady It must, of force.

[Exeunt. P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystalSCENE IV.—Eust cheap. A room in the Boar's Head button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, cadTavern.

dis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch, Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

Fran. Olord, sir, who do you mean? P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat room, P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is your only and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.

drink: for, look you, Francis, your white canvas Poins. Where hast been, Hal?

doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst so much. three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded Fran. What, sir? the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am Poins. (Within.] Francis ! sworn brother to a leash ofdrawers; and can call them all by their Christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Fran-call ?

P. Hen. Away, you rogue! Dost thou not hear them cis. They take it already upon their salvation, that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of

[Here they both call him; the Drawer stands

amazed, not knowing which way to go. courtesy, and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like

Enter Vintner, Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good Vint. What! stand’st thou still, and hear'st such a boy, -- by the Lord, so they call me. And when I am calling? Look to the guests within! (Exit Frun.] king of England, I shall command all the good lads in My lord, old sir Joho, with half a dozen more, are at Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet : the door. Shall I let them in? and when you breathe in your watering, they cry hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so door! (Exit Vintner.] Poins!

P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open the good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can

Re-enter Poins, drink with any tinker in his own language during my Poins. Auon, anon, sir.

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