Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather : but yet no coward, Hal. P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast. Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. Poins. Here, hard by; stand close. [Exeunt P. HENRY and POINS. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole," say I; every man to his business. Enter Travellers. 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs. Thieves. Stand. Trav. Jesu bless us! Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats : Ah! whorson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them. 1 Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, for ever. Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; Are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs; I would, your store were here! On, bacons, on? What, ye knaves? young men must live: You are grand-jurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. [Exeunt FALS. &c. driving the Travellers out. Re-enter Prince HENRY and POINS. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. P man. q Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. happy man be his dole,] i. e. Let his dole, or lot, be the title of happy Dole is a share in any thing distributed.-NARES' Glossary. gorbellied-] i. e. Fat and corpulent. chuffs;] This term of contempt is always applied to rich and avaricious people.-STEEVENS. to a thief. the true men:] In the old plays a true man is always set in opposition -argument--] i. e. Subject matter for conversation or a drama.-STEEVENS. Re-enter Thieves. Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild-duck. P. Hen. Your money. [Rushing out upon them. [As they are sharing, the Prince and POINS set upon them. FALSTAFF, after a blow or two, and the rest, run away, leaving their booty behind them.] P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, SCENE III. Warkworth. A Room in the Castle. Enter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter." [Exeunt. -But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house.He could be contented,-Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our house:-he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; -Why, that's certain; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; the friends you have named, uncertain; the time itself, unsorted; and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposition.—Say u Enter Hotspur, reading a Letter.] This letter was from George Dunbar, earl of March, in Scotland.-Mr. EDWARDS' MS. notes. you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! Let him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward to-night. Enter Lady PERCY. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? my lord of York-] Richard Scroop, archbishop of York. y How now, Kate?] Shakspeare has mistaken the name of Hotspur's wife, which was Elizabeth, and not Catharine. The wife of Hotspur was the Lady Elizabeth Mortimer, sister of Roger earl of March, and aunt to Edmund earl of March, who in this play is introduced by the name of Lord Mortimer.STEEVENS. In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd, Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are these? And I must know it, else he loves me not. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone? Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. Hot. What horse, a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? Serv. It is, my lord. Hot. Lady. But hear you, my lord. That roan shall be my throne.. [Exit Servant. What say'st thou, my lady? Out, you mad-headed ape! Lady. What is it carries you away? Hot. Why my horse, my love, my horse. A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, ጌ -frontiers,]-here mean forts built on the borders of different territo ries. STEEVENS. a basilisks,] Cannon of a particular kind. b'currents] i. e. The occurrences. In old language occurrent was used instead of occurrence.--MALONE. C esperance!] This was the motto of the Percy family. As you are toss'd with. In faith, In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, e Away, you trifler !-Love ?d-I love thee not, No lady closer; for I well believe, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; d Away you trifler!-Love?] Dr. Johnson suggests that the word love here ought to be given to Lady Percy. Perhaps the exclamation which is so often repeated below was here introduced for the first time, and accidentally omitted. Hot. Away, away, you trifler! Lady. Do you not love me? Hot. Love?-I love thee not, |