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· P. Henky: I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse, and then I know how to handle you.
Fal. No abufe, Hal, on my honour, no abuse.
P. Henry. Not to dispraise me, and call me pantlers and bread-chipper, and I know not what?
Fal. No abuse, Hal.
Fal. No abure, Ned, in the world, honeft Ned, none. I disprais'd him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend, and a true lubject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal, none, Ned, none ; no, boys, none.
P. Henry. See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardise doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? : Is the of the wicked ? is thine Hostess here of the wicked? or is the boy of the wicked si or honele Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nofe, of the wicked?
Poins.-Anlier, thou dead Elm, answer. 2-Paki The fiend hath prickt down Bardolph irrecovetable, and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roaft mault-worms: for the boy, there is a good angel about him, but the devil-ouc-bids him too be
P. Henry. For the women?
Fat. For one of them, the is in hell already, and burns poor fouis: for the other, I owe her money, and whether she be damn'd for that, I know not.
Hoft Now I warrane you.
Fal. No ti think, thou art -not: I think, thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another indi&tment upon thee, for fuffering fleth to be carea in thy houle, contrary to the law, for the which I think thou wilt howl.
is Hoft. All victuallers de fo: what is a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lend?
P. Herrno You, gentlewoman, but cofii : Dok What says your Grace ? Fal. His Grace saysThat, which his flesh: rebels against. .
Hoft. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the door there, Francis,
Exeunt Prince and Poins. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest.morfel of the night, ånd we must hence, and leave it unpickt. More knocking at the door? how now? what's the matter?
Bard. You must away to Court, Sir, presently: a dozen captains stay at door for you.
Fal. Pay the musicians, Sirrah: farewel, Hoftels ; farewel, Dol. You see, my good wenches, how of merit are sought after; the undeservor may fleep, when the man of action is callid on. Farewel, good wenches'; if I be not sent away post, I will see you again, ere I
go: Dol. I cannot fpeak; if my heart be net ready to Burft
welt; fweet Jack, have care of thy self. Fal. Farewel, farewel.
[Exit. Hoft. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty nine years, come pelcod-time; but an honefter and truer-hearted man well, fare thee well.
Bard. Mrs. Tear-sheet,
SCENE, the Palace in LONDON. Enter King Henry in his Night-gown; with a
K. HEŃ RÝ.
And well consider of them : make good speed.
A watch-case, or a common larum-belt?
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude?
Enter Warwick and Surrey.
K. Henry: (23) Why, then, good morrow to you. Well,
War. We have, my Liege.
War. It is but as a body, yet distemper'd,
K. Henry, Oh heav'n, that one might read the book
And see the revolution of the times
(22) then happy low ! lye down ;
Uneasie lyes the head, &c.] 'Tho' I have not difturb'd the Text, Mr. Warburton thinks, Shakespeare would not have used fo poor a Re: petition as lye down and uneasie lyes. He therefore conjectures
Then happy, lowly Clown ! Uneasie lyes the Head, that wears a Crown, This, says He, is the jult Conclufion from all faid before. If Sleep will fly a King, and consort it self with Beggars, then happy the lowly Clown, and unealy the crown'd Head. (23) Why then good morrow to yau all, my Lords:
Have you read o'er, &c.] I must account for the Change I have yentur'd at here. In the preceding Page the King sends Letters to Surrey and Warwick, with Charge that they should read them and attend him. Accordingly here Surrey and Warwick come, and no body else, in Obedience to that Summons. The King would hardly have said Good morrow to You All, to two Peers, and no more. My Emendati, on wants no further Support, than This naked Stating of the Cafe,
Make Mountains level, and the Continent,
Northumberland, thou ladder by the which (My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my Throne: (Though then, Heav'n knows, I had no such intent ; But that Necessity lo bow'd the State, That I and Greatness were compellid to kiss :) ? The time shall come, (thus did he follow it,) $ The time will come, that foul fin, gathering head, ☆ Shall break into corruption; so went on, Foretelling this same time's condition, And the division of our amity,
War. There is a history in all men's lives,