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bowels. - I have led my raggamuffins where they are Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit;
peppered: there's but three of my hundred and fifty And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be,
during life. But who comes here?

And thus I win thee.
Enter Prince HENRY.

[They fight; the King being in danger, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me

enter Prince Henry. thy sword!

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms :
Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Pr’ythee, lend thy It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee,
sword!

Who never promiseth, but he means to pay:-
Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a

[They fight; Douglas flies.
while !-- Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, Cheerly, my lord! How fares your grace ?
as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
made him sure.

And so hath Clifton. I'll to Clifton straight.
P. Hen. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee. Lend K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while! -
me thy sword, I pr’ythee.

Thou hast redeem’d thy lost opinion,
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou And show'd, thou mak’st some tender to my life,
get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt! In this fair rescue, thou hast brought to me.
P. Hen. Give it me! What, is it in the case ? P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury,

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot,’tis hot; there's that will sack That ever said, I hearken'd for your death.
a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. If it were so, I might have let alone
P. Žen. What, is’t a time to jest and dally now? The insulting hand of Douglas over you;

(Throws it at him, and exit. Which would have been as speedy in your end,
Pal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he As all the poisonous potions in the world,
do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in and sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.
his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. Iike K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gaw-
not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath. Give sey.

(Exit King Henry. me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes

Enter HOTSPUR. unlooked for, and there's an end.

[Lxit. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

P Hen. Thou speak’st, as if I would deny my name.
SCENE IV.- Another part of the field. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince Hexny, P. Hen. Why, then I see
Prince John, and WESTMORELAND.

A very valiant rebel of the name.
K. Hen. I pr’ythee,

I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. To share with me in glory any more!
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him!

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Nor can one England brook a double reign,
P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
K. Ilen. I will do so:-

To end the one of us. And 'would to God,
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent! | Thy name in arms were now as great, as mine!
West. Come, my lord, I will lead your

P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your help: And all the budding honours on thy crest
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive I'll crop, to make a garland for my

head.
The prince of Wales from such a field as this, Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. They fight.
Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,

Enter FALSTAFF.
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !

Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!– Nay, you shall
P. John. We breathe too long:- come, cousin find no boy's play here, I can tell

you. Westmoreland,

Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come! down, as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. HOTS

(Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. pur is wounded, and falls.
P. Hen.By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster, Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth :
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:

I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John,

Than those proud titles, thou hast won of me;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my
K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, flesh.
With lustier maintenance, than I did look for But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
Of such an ungrown warrior.

And time, that takes survey of all the world,
P. Hen. O, this boy

Must have a stop. O, I could prophecy,
Lends mettle to us all!

[Exit. But that the earthy and cold hand of death
Alarums, Enter DOUGLAS.

Lies on my tongue. — No, Percy, thou art dust, Doug. Another king! they grow, like Hydra's heads. And food for

(Dies. I am the Douglas, fatal to all those,

P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well,
That wear those colours on them.- What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

ml-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk !
K. Hen. The king himself, who, Douglas, grieves When that this body did contain a spirit,
at heart,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
So many of his shadows, thou hast met,

But now, two paces of the vilest earth
And not the very king. I have two boys,

Is room enough.- This earth, that bears thee dead,
Seek Percy and thyself, about the field :

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
But, seeing, thou fáll’st on me so luckily,

It thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I will assay thee; so defend thyself!

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P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother And, even in thy behalf, l'II thank myself

John.-
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
But not remember'd in thy epitaph! —

[A retreat is sounded.
[He sees Falstaff on the ground. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours.
What! old acquaintance! could not all tliis flesh Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field,
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!

To see what friends are living, who are dead. I would have better spar'd a better man.

[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that If I were much in love with vanity.

rewards me, God reward him ! If I do grow great, I'll Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, grow less ;for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanThough many dearer, in this bloody fray.

ly,asa noblemanshould do.[Exit,bearing off the body.
Embowell’d will I see thiee by and by;
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie! (Exit. SCENF V.-Another part of the field.

Fal. (Rising slowly.) Embowell'd! ifthou embowel The trumpets sound. Enter King Hexey, Prince
me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and Henry, Prince John, WesTMORELand,and Others with
eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to coun- WORCESTER, and vernon, prisoners.
terfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no coun- Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
terfeit. To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but Pardon, and terms oflove to all of you?
the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?
man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and per-Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
fect image of life indeed. The better part of valour A noble earl, and many a creature else,
is-discretion; in the which better part, I have saved Had been alive this hour,
my life. "Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Per- If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne
.cy, though he be dead: how, if he should counter- Betwixt oftr armies true intelligence.
feit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to;
better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, And I embrace this fortune patiently,
and I'll swear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rise, as Since not to be avoided it falis on me.
well as I ? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no- K. IIen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon
body sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [Stabbing him.]
with a new wound in your thigh,come you along with other oflenders we will pause upon.
me! [Takes Hotspur on his back.

(Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded.
Re-enter Prince HENRY and Prince Jons. How

goes

the field? P. Hen. Come, brother John, fall bravely hast thou P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw flesh'd

The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Thy maiden sword.

The noble Percy slain, and all his men P. John. But, soft! whom have we here?

Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd, P.Ilen. I did; I saw hiin dead, breathless, and bleed- That the pursuers took him. At my tent ing,

The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Upon the ground. -

I may dispose of him.
Ait thou alive? or is it phantasy,

K. Hen. With all my heart.
That plays upon our eye-sight? I priythee, speak; P. Ilen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to yon
We will not trust our eyes, without our ears, This honourable bounty shall belong:
Thou art not what thion seem'st.

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Ful. No, that's certain ; I am not a double mau: but Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free!
if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Percy : (Throwing the body down.Jif your father will Hath taught us, how to cherish such high deeds,
do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Percy himself. I look to be either earl, or duke, I can K. Hen. Then this remains, — that we divide our
assure you:

power.
P.Ilen. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw thee dead. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
Fal. Didsťthou? – Lord! Lord! how this world is Towards York shall bend you, with your darest speed,
given to lying! – I grant you, I was down, and out of Tameet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms.
and fonght a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may Myself, — and you, son Harry, — will towards Wales,
be believed, so; if not, let them, that should reward To fight with Glendower, and the earl of Marchi.
valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if Meeting the check of such another day;
the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make And since this business so fair is done,
him eat a piece of my sword.

Let us not leave, till all our own be won!
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Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
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Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND,

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They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.

(Exit. Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's castle.

Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.
Rum. Open your ears! For which of you will stop

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The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?

SCENE I. — The same.
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The Porter before the gate ; Enter Lord BARDOLPH.
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth :

Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho? — Where is

the earl?
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,

Port. What shall I say you are?

Bard. Tell thou the earl,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here!

Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:

Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
And who but Rumour, who but only I,

And he himself will answer.
Make fearful musters ? and prepar'd defence?
Whilst the big year, swol’n with some other grief,

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.'
Isthought with child by the stern tyrant war,

Bard. Here comes the earl.
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so piain a stop,

Should be the father of some stratagem.
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The times are wild; contention, like a horse
The still-discordant wavering multitude,

Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus

And bears down all before him.
My well-known body to anatomize

Bard. Noble earl,
Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? I briug you certain news from Shrewsbury.
I run before king Harry's victory,

North. Good, an heaven will !
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,

Bard. As good, as heart can wish:-
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, aud his troops, The king is almost wounded to the death,
Quenching the flame of boldrebellion

And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I Prince Harry slain outright, and both the Blunts
To speak so true at first? my office is

Killd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John,
To noise abroad, — that Harry Monmouth fell And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,

And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John,
And that the king before the Douglas' rage

Is prisoner to your son. 0, such a day,
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.

So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
This have frumour'd through the peasant towns Camenot, till now, to dignify the times,
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

Since Caesar's fortuue's !
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,

North. How is this deriv'd ?
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Saw

you

the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,

Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from
And not a man of them brings other news,

thence;
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Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid:
On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; North. Yet, for all this, say not, that Percy's dead!
And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

I see a strange confession in thine eye:
More than he haply may retail from me.

Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it fear, or sin,
Enter TraveRS.

To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with The tongue offends not, that reports his death:

And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead;
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn’d me back Not he, which says, the dead is not alive.
With joyful tidings, and, being better hors'd, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
A gentleman almost forespent with speed,

Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him

Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.

Mor. lam sorry, I should force you to believe, He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,

That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold: But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, With that, he gave his able horse the head,

Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and outbreath’d, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down Against the panting sides of his poor jade

The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,

From whence with life he never more sprung up. He seem'd in running to devour the way,

In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire Staying no longer question.

Even to the dollest peasant in his camp,) North. Ha! - Again.

Being bruited once, took fire and heat away Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? From the best temper'd courage in his troops: Of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion

For from his metal was his party steel'd; Had met ill luck?

Which once in him abated, all the rest Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;

Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. If my young lord your son have not the day,

And as the thing, that's heavy in itself, Upon niine honour, for a silken point

Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed,
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear,
Travers,

That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,
Give then snch instances of loss?

Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Bard. Who, he?

Fly from the field. Then was that poble Worcester He was some hilding fellow, that had stoľn

Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot, The horse, he rode on; and, upon my life,

The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Had three times slain the appearance of the king, Enter Mortox.

'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Of those, that turn’d their backs, and, in his flight, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:

Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood Is, that the king hath won, and hath sent out Hath left a witness'd usurpation. –

A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord,
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Under the conduct of young Laneaster,

Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord, And Westmoreland: this is the news at full.
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,

North. For this I shall have time enough to moura.
To fright our party.

In poison there is physic; and these news, North. How doth my son, and brother?

Having been well, that would have made me sick, Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek Being sick, have in some measure made me well. Is apter, than thy tongue, to tell thy errand.

And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,

Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,

Impatient of his fit, breaks, like a fire, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs,

!
And would have told him, half his Troy was barn'd: Weaken’d with grief, being now enrag'd with grief,
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, Are thrice themselves. Hence therefore, thou nice
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.

crutch!
This thou would'st.say: Your son did thus, and A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
thus;

Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif!
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:

Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,

Now bind my brows with iron! And approach Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,

The ragged’st hour, that time and spite dare bring, Ending with brother, son, and all are dead.

To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand But, for my lord your son,

Keep the wild food confin'd! let order die! North. Why, he is dead ?

And let this world no longer be a stage,
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath!

To feed contention in a lingering act;
He, that but fears the thing, he would not know, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Hath, by instínet, knowledge from others' eyes, Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
That'what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton! On bloody courses, the rude scene mayend,
Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies,

And darkness be the burier of the dead!
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,

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heels. I was never manned with an agate till now: but Mor. The lives of all your loving complices I will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er apparel, and send you back again to your master, for To stormy passion, must perforce decay.

a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose You cast the event of war, my noble lord,

chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard And summ’d the account of chance, before you said, - grow in the palm of my hand, than lie shall get one on Let us make head! It was your presurmise,

his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, his face is That in the dole of blows your son might drop. a face-royal. God may finish it, when he will, it is not You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, More likely to fall in, than to get o’er.

for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and You were advis’d, his flesh was capable

yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since
Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace,
Would lift him, where most trade of danger rang'a. but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him.- What
Yet did you say, Go forth; and none of this, said master Dumbleton about the satin for my short
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain cloak, and slops ?
The stiff-borne action. What hath then befallen, Puge. He said, sir, you should procure him better
Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, assurance, than Bardolph: he would not take his bond
More than that being, which was like to be?

and yours; he liked not the security.
Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Fal. Let him be damned, like the glutton! may

his Knew, that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, tongue be hotter !-Awhoreson Achitophel! a rascally That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, And yet we ventur’d; for the gain propos'd

and then stand upon security! The whoreson Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear’d,

smooth-pates do now wear nothing buthigh shoes, and And, since we are o'erset, venture again.

bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thoCome, we will all put forth, body, and goods. rough with them in honest taking up, then they must

Mor. 'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord, stand upon-security. I had as lief, they would put
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, –

ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. The gentle archbishop of York is up,

I looked, he should have sent me two and twenty yards. With well-appointed powers; he is a man, of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me secuWho with a double surety binds his followers. rity. Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the My lord, your son had only but the corps,

horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight: through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have his For that same word, rebellion, did divide

own lantern to light him. – Where's Bardolph?
The action of their bodies from their souls,

Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your worship
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain's, a horse.
As men drink potions; that their weapons only Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse
Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, in Smithfreld: an I could get me but a wife in the stews,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,

I were manned, horsed, and wived.
As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant.
Turns insurrection to religion :

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman, that committed Sappos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,

the prince for striking him about Bardolph.
He's follow'd both with body and with mind;

Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood

Ch. Just. What's he that

goes

there?
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones; Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Ch.Just. He that was in question for the robbery?
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land,

Atten. He, my lord: but he hath sirce done good
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;

service at Shrewsbury, and, as I hear, is now going And more, and less, do flock to follow him.

with some charge to thelord John of Lancaster.
North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Ch. Just. What, to York ? Call him back again!
This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.

Atten. Sir John Falstaff!
Go in with me, and counsel every man

Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
The aptest way for safety, and revenge!

Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf.
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed! Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing
Never so few, and never yet more need! [Exeunt. good. — Go, pluck him by the elbow! I must speak

with him. SCENE II. - London. A street.

Atten. Sir John Enter Sir Joux Falstaff, with his Page bearing his Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there not sword and buckler.

wars? is there not employment? Doth not the king Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? Though water?

it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse Page.He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy shame to beg, than to be on the worst side, were it worse water: but, for the party, that owed it, he might than the name of rebellion can tell, how to make it. have more diseases, than he knew for.

Atten. You mistake me, sir ! Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The Fal. Why, sir, did I say, you were an honest man? brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not Setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had able to vent any thing, that tends to laughter, more lied in my throat, if I hrad said so. than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only witty Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and in myself, but the cause, that wit is in other mens. I do your soldiership aside, and give me leave to tell you, here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath overwhel- you lie in your throat, if you say, I am any other, than med all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into an honest

man. my service for any other reason, than to set me off, why Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that, then I have no judgement. Thou whoreson mandrake, 'which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of me,

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