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see thy hand? Come, tellus your reason? What sayest thouto this 2 Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason! Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you areason on compulsion lifreasons were as plenty, as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin, this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-backbreaker, this huge hill of flesh— Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried meats-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish!—0, for breath to utter, what is like thee! — you tailor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! – P. Hen. Well, breath awhile, and then to it again and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but this Poins. Mark, Jack' P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth. — Mark now, how plain a tale shall putyou down. Then did we two set on you four, and with a word out-faced you from our prize, and have it, yea, and can show it you ere in the house:– and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with a quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword, as thou hastdone, and then say, it was in fight! What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame? o: Come, let's hear, Jack! What trick hast thou now Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he, that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters! Was it for me to kill the heir-apparent?Should I turn upon the trueprince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant, as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad, you have the money. -Hostess, clap to the doors, watch to-night, pray to-morrow! – Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry 2 shall we have a play extempore? P. Hen. Content! and the argument shall be thy running away. Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me ! Enter Hostess. Host. My lord the prince,— P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess? what say'st thou to me? Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door, would speak with you : he says he comes from your father. PHen. Give him as much, as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother Fal. What manner of man is he? Host. An old man. Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -Shall I give him his answer? P. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack! Fal. 'Faith, and I’ll send him packing. [Erit. P. Hen. Now, sirs; by’r-lady, you fought fair; – so did you, Peto; — so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true prince; no, -- fye Bard. 'Faith, Iran, when I saw others run, P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff’s sword so hacked 2 Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and said.

he would swear truth out of England, but he would make you believe, it was done in fight; and persuaded us to do the like. Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear—grass, to make them bleed; and them to beslubber our garments with it, and to swear, it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not this seven years before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ran'st away; what instinct hadst thou for it? Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors 2 do you behold these exhalations? P. IIen. I do. Bard. What think you they portend ? P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses. Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken. P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter. Re-enter FAlst AFF. Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How now, my sweet creature of bombast? How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee 2 Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up, like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad: here was sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amaimon the bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook, What, a plague, call you him? Poins. O, Glendower. Fal. Owen, Owen; the same; and his son-inlaw, Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o'horseback up a hill perpendicular. P. Hen. He, that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying. Fal. You have hit it. P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run. P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running? Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo! but, afoot, he will not budge a foot. P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more. Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard is turned white with the news; you may buy land now as cheap, as stinking mackarel. P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads, as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds. . . Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true ; it is like, we shalf have good trading that way:- But, tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? thou being heirapparent, could the world pick thee out three snch enemies again, as that fiend Doug'as, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at it? P. Hen. Not a whit, 'i'faith; I lack some of thy instinct. Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou comest to thy father. If thou love me, practise an answer! P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and examine me

upon the particulars of my life!

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Fal. Shall 12 content — this chair shall be my mours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoln

state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown. P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown!

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of

thee, now shalt thou be moved. – Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought, l have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses' vein. P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. Fal. And here is my speech.-Stand aside, mobility! Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. Fal. Weep not, sweet queen! for trickling tears are - Waiti. Host. O, the father, how he holds his countenance' Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen, For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. Host. O rare he doth it as like one of these harlotry players, as I ever see. Fal. Peace, good pint-pot! peace, good tickle-brain! —Harry, I do not only marvel, where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied ; for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy mether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point: — Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question not to be asked! Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to be asked There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest; for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears, not in pleasure, but in passion, not in words only, but in woes also. —And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name. P. Hen.Whatmanner of man,anitlike your majesty? Fal. A good portly man, i'saith, and a corpulent, of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage, and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by’r lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff. If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his

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parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that revereud vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack ad drink it? wherein meat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eatit? wherein canning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

Fal. I would, your grace would take me with you.

Whom means your grace?

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n old host, that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to

be hated, then Pharaoh’s lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, bamish Poins ! but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Fal

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Fal. Out, you rogue ! play out the play! I have much
o say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
Ire-enter Hostess, hastily.
Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord 1–
Fal. Heigh, heigh the devil rides upon a fiddlestick.

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looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as so; if not, let him enter, if I become not a cart as well the fruit by the tree, them, peremptorily. I speak it, as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another.

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P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras! – the ro walk up above! Now, my masters, for a true face,and good conscience. Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is out.” therefore l’ll hide me. [Exeunt all but the Prince and Poin" P. Hen. Call in the sheriff!— Enter Sheriff and Carrier. Now, master sheriff'; what's your will with me? Sher. First, pardon me, my lord! A hue and cry Hath follow’d certain men unto this houseP. Hen. What men? Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord: A gross fat man. Car. As fat as butter.

P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here;

away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the For I myself at this time have employ'd him, likeness of a fat old man: a tum of man is thy compa- And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, mion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of hu- That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

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Send him to answer thee, or any man,
For anything he shall be charg’d withal:
And so let me entreat you,leave the house!
Sher. I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen,
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
He shall be answerable ; and so, 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 Sheriff and Carrier.
P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well, as Paul's.
Go, call him forth !

Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.
Glend. Cousin, of many men

I do not bear these crossings. 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 strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.

Poins. Falstaff – fast asleep behind the arras, and These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;

snorting, like a horse.

And all the courses of my life do show,

P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath ! Search I am not in the roll of common men.
his pockets [Poins searches.] What hast thou found? Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea,

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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 son,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
And hold me pace in deep experiments

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

P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpenny-worth of Mort. Peace, cousin Percy! you will make him mad.
bread to this intolerable deal of sack!—What there is Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
else,keep close; we’ll read it at more advantage: there | Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man;
let him sleep till day! I'll to the court in the morn-But will they come, when you do call for them?
ing: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of The devil.
foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve- Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,
score. The money shall be paid back again with ad- By telling truth. Tell truth, and shame the devil!—

vantage. Be with mebetimes in the morning; and so
good morrow, Poins !

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord! Ereunt.
A C T III.
SCENEI. — Bangor. A room in the Archdeacon's
house.

Enter Hotspur, Worcesten, MorriMER, and GLEN

DOWER.

Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.

Hot. Lord Mortimer, — and cousin Glendower, —
Will you sit down?—
And, uncle Worcester-A
I have forgot the map.

Glend. No, here it is.
Sit, cousin Percy! sit, good cousin Hotspur!
For by that name, as oft as Lancaster

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If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I’ll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame 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 sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him
|Bootless home, and weather-beaten back.
Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
Glend. Come, here's the map; shall we divide our
right, -
According to our three-fold order ta'en 2
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally:
England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By south and east, is to my part assign'd:

Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale, and with All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,

Arising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.
Hot. 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 cressets; and, at my birth,
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shak'd like a coward.
Hot. Why, so it would have done
At the same season, if your mother's cat had
But kitten’d, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Glend. I say, the earth did shake, when I was born.
Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind,
If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.

And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower: — and, dear coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being sealed interchangeably,
(A business, that this night may execute,)
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,
And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Norshall we need his help these fourteen days. --
Within that space, [To Glend..] you may have drawn
together

Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did | Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.

tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased mature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords,

And in my conduct shall your ladies come :
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
For there will be a world of water shed,
Upon the parting of your wives and you.

Hoe. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here,

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In quantity equals not one of yours.
See, how this river comes me cranking in,
And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle out.
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run,
In a new channel, fair and evenly :
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth.
Mort. Yea,
But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up
With like advantage on the other side,
Gelding the opposed continent as much,
As on the other side it takes from you.
JP'or. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,
And on this north side win this cape of land;
And then he runs straight and even.
IIot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.
Hot. Will not you?
Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot. Who shall say me may ?
Glend. Why, that will I.
Hot. Let me not understand you them,
Speak it in Welsh :
Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
For I was train'd up in the English court:
Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
Many an English ditty, lovely well,
And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
A virtue, that was never seen in you!
Hot. Marry, and I’m glad of it with all my heart.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.
I had rather hear a brazen camstick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree ;
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry; -
'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling mag.
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
Hot. I do not care: I’ll give thrice so much land
To any well-deserving friend; -
But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavilon the ninth part of a hair.
Are the indentures drawn 2 shall we be gone?
Glend.
I'll haste the writer, and, withal,
Break with your wives of your departure hence.
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,
So much she doteth on her Mortimer.

And wond’rous affable, and as bountiful,
As mimes of India. Shall I tell you, cousin 2
He holds your temperim a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does:
I warrant you, that man is not alive,
Might so have tempted him, as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof;
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you!
Isor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame,
And since your coming hither have done enough

|To put him quite beside his patience.

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,
(And that’s the dearest grace it renders you,)
Yet oftentirnes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Loseth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
Beguiling them of commendation.
Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your
speed! -
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
Re-enter Glex power u'ith the Ladies.
Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me, -
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. -
Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part with
ou,
shei. a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Mort. Good father, tell her, — that she, and my
aunt Percy,
Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
[Glendower speaks to his daughter in Helsh, and
she answers him in the same. -11-
Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish selfwill'd
harlotry,
One no persuasion can do good upon. -
[Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in JPelsh.
Mort. 1 understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh,
which thou pourest down from these swell";
heavens,
I am too perfectin; and, but for shame,
In such a parley would I answer thee.

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And that’s a feeling disputation:
But I will never be a truant, love,
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Mort. Fye, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,

Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies, And of a dragonand a finless fish, A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, A couching lion, and a ramping cat, And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff, As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, He held me but last night, at least nine hours, In reckoning up the several devils' names,

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But #o him not a word. O, he's as tedious,
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house. —I had rather live,
With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any summer-house in Christendom.

More. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
Exceedingly well read, and profited
lm strange concealments, valiant as a lion,

With ravishing division, to her lute.
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Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this.

Glend. She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song, that pleaseth Yo", And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heavines”; Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, As is the disserence betwixt day and night, The hour before the heavenly-harness'd tea" Begins his golden progress in the east:

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And those musicians, that shall play to Yo"...
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from o,
Yet straight they shall be here, sit, and attoo
Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying

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Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose!
GLENdowen speaks some JP'elsh words, and then the
... music plays.
Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh;
And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.
By’r-lady, he's a good musician. - -
Lady P. Then should you be uothing but musical:
for i. are altogether governed by humours. Lie still,
ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh'
Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken?
Hot. No. -
Lady P. Then be still
Hot. Neither; ’tis a woman's fault.
Lady P. Now God help thee!
Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.
Lady P. What's that?
Hot. Peace' she sings.
A JP elsh song sung by Lady M.
Hot. Come, Kate, I’ll have your song too.
Lady P. Not mime, in good sooth.
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth ' 'Heart, you swear,
like a comfit-maker's wife Not you, in good sooth ;
and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me;
and, As sure as day: -
And giv'st such sarcemet surety for thy oaths,
As if thou never walk'dst further, than Finsbury.
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath, and leave in sooth,
And such protest of pepper-ginger-bread,
To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens !
Come, sing!
Lady P. l will not sing.
Hot.'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast
teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within
these two hours; and so come in, when you will !
[Exit-
Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer! you are as slow,
As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.
By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then
To horse immediately.

Mort. With all my heart, [Exeunt.

Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
Find pardom on my true submission.
K. Hen. God pardon thee! – yet let me wonder,
Harry,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the slight of all thy ancestors.
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
Which by thy younger brother is supplied;
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Of all the court and princes of my blood.
The hope and expectation of thy time
Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.
Had Isolavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So stale and cheap to vulgar company:
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had still kept loyal to possession,
And left me in reputeless banishment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:
That men would tell their children, This is he:
Others would say,+ Johere?//hich is Bolingbroke?
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dress'd myself in such humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and salutattions from their mouths,
Even in the presence of the crowned king.
Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new,
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state,
Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast,
And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
The skipping king, he ambled up and down
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burn'd, carded his state,
Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
Had his great name profaned with their scorns;
And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push
Of every beardless vain comparative,
Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoff’d himself to popularity,

SCENE II. —London. A room in the palace.

Enter King HENRY, Prince of WALes, and Lords.

K. Hen. Lords, give us leave! the Prince of Wales and I

Must have some conference. But be near at hand,
Forwe shall presently have need of you.
[Exeunt Lords.
I know not, whether God will have it so,
For some displeasing service, I have done,
That in his secret doom, outbf my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge forme-
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
Such barren pleasures, rude society,
As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many, I am charg’d withal:
Yet such extenuation let me beg,
As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, -
Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, -

That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes,
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Snch as is bent on sun-like majesty,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes:
But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and render'd such aspéct,
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou;
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,
With vile participation; not an eye
But is a-weary of thy common sight,
Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more;
Which now doth that I would not have it do,

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,

Be more myself.

K. Hen. For all the world,

As thou art to this hour, was Richard then,
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;

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