For by that name as oft as Lancaster
Doth speak of you, his check looks pale; and, with
A rising sigh, he wisheth yon in heaven.

Hol. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.

Clend. 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 buge 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.

He. And I say, the earth was not of my mind,
If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did

tremble.
Hel. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on

fire,
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth
L with a kind of colie pinch'd and vex’d
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her wonib; 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.
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary ;
And all the courses of my life do show,
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is be living,-clipp'd in with the sea
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 is the tedious ways of art,
And bold me pace in deep experiments.

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

Mort. Peace, cousin Perey; you will make him made
Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
HatWhy, so can I; or so can any man :
But will they come, when you do call for them?
Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
The devil.
Mut. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,
By telling truth ; Tell truth, and shame the devil.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
D, while you live tell truth, and shame the devil.

Mort. Come, come,
No Fore of this unprofitable chat.
Glend. Three times bath Henry Bolingbroke made

head
Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye,
And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him,
Bunless home, and weather-beaten back.

H«. Hone without boots, and in foul weather too!
How 'scapes be agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, bere's the mas ; shall we divide our
Ascording to our threefold order (a'cn ?

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally:
England, from Trent and Severo hitherto,
By south and east, is to my part assigo'd:
All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
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,
Nor shall we need his hclp these fourteen days:-
Within that space, [To Glend.] you may have drawn

together
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.

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.

Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here,
In quantity equals not one of yours :
See, bow 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 dotk.

Mort. Yea,
Rut 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.

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him bere,
And on this north side win this cape of land ;
And then he runs straight and even.

Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.
Hol.

Will not you?
Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot.

Who shall say me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.
Hot.

Let me not understand you theo,
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 tongne 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 canstick 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 shufiling nag.

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn u.

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,

right

Hot. "Tis the best way to turn tailor, or be red-breast

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?

Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens, Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, night:

In such a parley would I answer thee. I'll haste the writer, and, withal,

[Lady M. speaks: Break with your wives of your departure hence: I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,

And that's a feeling disputation : So much she doateth on her Mortimer. [Erit. || But I will never be a truant, love,

Mort. Fie, cousin Perey! how you cross my father! Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me,

Makes Welsh as sweet as dities highly penn'd, With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies;

With ravishing division, to her lute. And of a dragon and a finless fish,

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,

(Lady M. speaks again. A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this. And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

Glend. She bids you, As puts me from my faith. I tell you wint

Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, He held me, but last night, at least nine hours, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, In reckoning up the several devils' names,

And she will sing the song that please th you, That were his lackeys: I cried, liumph,-and well, And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, go to,

Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness ; But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, As is a tired horse, a railing wife;

As is the difference betwixt day and night, Worse than a smoky house :- I had rather live

The hour before the heavenly-barness'd team With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far,

Begins his golden progress in the east. Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,

Mori. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing: In any summer-house in Christendom.

By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman ;

Glend. Do so; Exceedingly well read, and profited

And those musicians that shall play to you, In strange concealments; valiant as a lion,

Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; And wondrous affable; and as bountiful

Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ?

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: He holds your temper in a high respect,

Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy And curbs himself even of his natural scope,

lap. When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does :

Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. I warrant you, that man is not alive,

Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then til Might so have tempted him as you have done,

music plays. Without the taste of danger and reprvof;

Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh ; But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

And 'uis no marvel, he's so humorous. Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blane;

By'r-lady, he's a good musician. And since your coming hither have done enough

Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical ; To put him quite beside bis patience.

for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:

ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,

Hut. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in (And that's the dearest grace it renders you)

Irish. Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,

Lady P. Wouldist thou have thy head broken? Defect of manners, want of government,

Hot. No. Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain :

Lady P. Then be still. The least of which, haunting a nobleman,

Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain

Lady P. Now God help thee!
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,

Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.
Beguiling them of commendation.
Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your

Lady P. What's that?

Hot. Peace! she sings.
speed!
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

A Welsh Sang sung by Lady M.
Re-enter Glendower, with the ladies.

Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.

Hot. Not yours, in good sooth ! 'Heart, you swear like Glend. My daughter weeps ; she will not part with a comfit-maker's wife ! Not you, in good sooth; and, you,

As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me ; and, She'll be a soklier too, she'll to the wars.

As sure as day: Mort. Good father, tell her,--that she, and my aunt And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, Percy,

As if thou never walk’dst further than Finsbury. Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art. [Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, || A good mouth-filling vath; and leave in sooth,

and she answers him in the same. And snch protest of pepper-gingerbread, Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-willd To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. harlotry,

Come, sing. One no persuasion can do good upon.

Lady P. I will not sing. (Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh.

teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away with Ne’er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, in these two hours; and so come in when ye will. Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast;

[E.rit. And won, by rareness, such solemnity. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as slow, The skipping king, he ambled up and down As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits, By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then Soon kindled, and soon burn'd: carded his state; To horse immediately.

Mingled his royalty with capering fools; Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. Had his great name profaned with their scorns ;

And SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter

gave his countenance, against his name,

To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords.

Of every beardless vain comparative: K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of Wales

Grew a companion to the common streets, and I

Enfeoff’d himself to popularity :
Must have some conference: But be near at hand, That being daily swallowed by men's eyes,
For we shall presently have need of you.-

They surfeited with honey; and began
[Exeunt Lords.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little I know not whether God will have it so,

More than a little is by much too much. For some displeasing service I have done,

So, when he had occasion to be seen, That in his secret doom, out of my blood

He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes,
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

As, sick and blunted with community,
Make me believe, -that thou art only mark'd Afford no extraordinary gaze,
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,

When it shines seldom in admiring eyes :
Could such inordinate, and low desires,

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eyelids down, Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect Such barren pleasures, rude society,

As cloudy men use to their adversaries; As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou :
And hold their level with thy princely heart? For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could With vile participation; not an eye
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,

But is a-weary of thy common sight,
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

Save mine, which hath desird to see thee more; Myself of many I am charg'd withai:

Which now doth that I would not have it do, Yet such extenuation let me beg,

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. As, in reproof of many tales devis’d,

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,– Be more myself.
By smiling pick-thanks, and base newsmongers,

K. Hen. For all the world,
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth As thou art to this hour, was Richard then
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,

When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg i
Find partlon on my true submission.

And even as I was then, is Percy now.
K. Hen. God pardon thee !-yet let me wonder, | Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,
Harry,

He hath more worthy interest to the state,
At thy affeetions, which do hold a wing

Than thou, the shadow of succession : Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.

For, of no right, nor colour like to right, Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,

He doth fill fields with harness in the realm 3 Which by thy younger brother is supplied ;

Turns head against the lion's armed jaws ; And art almost an alien to the hearts

And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Of all the court and princes of my blood :

Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on, The hope and expectation of thy time

To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. Le roin'd; and the soul of every man

What never-dying honour hath he got Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.

Against renowned Douglas; whose high deeds, Had I so lavish of my presence been,

Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,

Holds from all soldiers chief majority, So stale and cheap to vulgar company;

And military title capital, Opinion, that did help me to the crown,

Through all the kingiloms that acknowledge Christ? Had still kept loyal to possession ;

Thrice liath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes, And left me in reputeless banishment,

This infant warrior in his enterprizes A fellow of no mark, bor likelihood.

Discomfited great Douglas: ta'en him once, Ry being seldom sen, I could not stir,

Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:

To fill the mouth of deep defiance up, That men would tell their children, This is te; And shake the peace and safety of our throne. Others would say,- Where? which is Bolingbroke? And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,

The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, And dress'd myself in such humility,

Capitulate against us, and are up.
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
Loud shouts and salutations from their months, Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Even in the presence of the crowned king.

Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new;

Thou that art like enough-through vassal fear, sly presence, like a robe pontifical,

Base inclination, and the start of spleen,

To fight against me under Percy's pay,

Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns,

long. To show how much degenerate thou art.

Fal. Why, there is it :-come, sing me a bawdy P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so; song: make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough : swore litYour majesty's good thoughts away from me! tle; diced, not above seven times a week; went to a I will redeem all this on Percy's head,

bawdy-house, not above once in a quarter-of an hour; And, in the closing of some glorious day,

paid money that I borrowed, three or four times ; lisBe bold to tell you, that I am your son ;

ed well, and in good compass : and now I live out of When I will wear a garment all of blood,

all order, out of all compass. And stain my favours in a bloody mask,

Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir Joha, that you must Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. needs be out of all compass ; out of all reasonable And that shall be the day, whene er it lights,

compass, sir John. That this same child of honour and renown,

Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, life: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet : in the poop,-but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the For every honour sitting on his helm,

knight of the burning lamp. 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. My shames redoubled ! for the time will come,

Fal. No, I'll be swom ; I make as good use of it as That I shall make this northern youth exchange many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mo His glorious deeds for my indignities.

ri: I never see thy face, but I think upon hell-fire, Percy is but my factor, good my lord,

and Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;

robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way given And I will call him to so strict account,

to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should That he shall render every glory up,

be, By this fire: but thou art altogether given over; Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,

and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.

of utter darkness. When thou ran'st up Gadshill in This, in the name of God, I promise here:

the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform,

hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's I do beseech your majesty, may salve

no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual tri The long-grown wounds of my intemperance : umph, an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved If not, the end of life cancels all bands;

me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,

with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern ; but Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bouglas K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this: me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours Enter Blunt.

with fire, any time this two and thirty years; Heaven

reward me for it! How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.

Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly! Blunt. So bath the business that I come to speak of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,

Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart.

burned. That Douglas, and the English rebels, met, The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury:

Enter Hostess. A mighty and a fearful head they are,

dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired If promises be kept on every hand,

yet who picked my pocket? As ever offer'd foul play in a state.

Host. Why, sir John ! what do you think, sir John ! K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;

Do you think I kecp thieves in my house? I have With him my son, lord Jobn of Lancaster;

searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by For this advertisement is five days old :

man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set

hair was never lost in my house before. Forward ; on Thursday, we ourselves will march: Our meeting is Bridgnorth : and, Harry, you

Fal. You lie, hostess ; Bandolph was shaved, and lost Shall march through Glostershire; by which account, || ed: Go to, you are a woman, go.

many a pair; and I'll be sworn, my pocket was pickOur business valued, some twelve days hence

Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called so in Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet.

mine own house before. Onr hands are full of business : let's away;

Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Advantage feeds bjm fat, while men delay. (Exeunt.

Host. No, sir John ; you do not know me, sir John :

I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, SCENE II.-Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's

and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I Head Tavern. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.

bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas : I bave given them last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my way to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown ; them, I am wither'd like an old apple John. Well, I'll re Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight pent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking ; 1 shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the you, four and twenty pound. inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a

Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. brewer's korse: the inside of a chureh! Company, Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. villanous company, bath been the spoil of me.

Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What call

How now,

man.

you rich ? let them coin his nose, let them coin bis P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: Barest thou be as good cheeks; I'll pot pay a denier. What, will you make as thy word now? a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine Fal, Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, inn, but I shall have my pocket picked ? I have lost a I dare: but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear salring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark. the roaring of the lion's whelp. Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I

P. Hen. And why not, as the lion? know not how oft, that that ring was copper.

Fal. The king himself is to be feared as the lion : Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-eup: and

Dost thou think, I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he nay, an I do, I pray God, my girdle break! would say so.

P. Hen. O, if it should, bow would thy guts fall aEnter Prince Henry and Poins, marching. Falstaft| bout thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, meets the Prince, playing on his truncheon, like a

truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine; it is filled

up with guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman fife.

with picking thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, im. Fal. How now, lad? is the wind in that door, i'

pudent, embossed rascal, if there were any thing in faith? must we all march?

thy pocket but lavern-reckonings, memorandums of Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion?

bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of sugar Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me.

candy to make thee long winded; if thy pocket were P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How

enriched with any other injuries but these, I am a vildoes thy husband? I love him well, he is an honest

lain. And yet you will stand to it; you will not pockHest. Good my lon, hear me.

et up wrong: Art thou not ashamed?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the Fal. Pr'ythee, let her alone, and list to me. P. Hen. What sayest thou, Jack ?

state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should poor

Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villany? Thou seest, Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the

I have more flesh than another man; and therefore altas, and had my pocket picked: this house is turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets.

more frailty.--You confess then, you picked my

pocket? P. Hen. What did'st thou lose, Jack ?

P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal ? three or four bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grand || fast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish

Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee: Go, make ready breakfather's. P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter.

thy guests : thou shalt find me tractable to any hon

est reason: thou seest, I am pacified.-Still?-Nay, Host. So I told him, my lord ; and I said, I heard Four grace say so : And, my lord, he speaks most vile || pr’ythee, be gone. [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the ly of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said,

news at court: for the robbery, lad, -How is that an

swered? he would endgel you.

P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good anP. Hen. What! he did not? Hast. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood | gel to thee : -The money is paid back again.

Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double in me else

labour. Fal. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed

P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may prune; por no more truth in thee, than in a drawn fox;

do and for womanhood, maid Marian may be the deputy's any thing. wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go.

Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doHast. Say, what thing? what thing?

est, and do it with unwashed hands too. Fal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on.

Bard. Do, my lord. Hort. I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou

P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot. should'st know it; I am an honest man's wife : and,

Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call | find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the

age of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am heinousFal

. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beastly unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebe to say otherwise.

els, they offend none but the virtuous ; I laud them, I Host. Say, what beast, thou kpave thou?

praise them. Fal. What beast? why an otter.

P. Hen. Bardolph P. Hen. An otter, sir John! why an otter?

Bard. My lord. Fal. Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh; a man

P. Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancas. knows not where to have her.

ter, Hast. Thou art an unjust man in saying so ; thou or

My brother John ; this to my lord of Westmoreland. aby man knows where to have me, thou knave thou! Go, Poins, to horse, to horse ; for thou, and I, P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess ; and he slanders Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.

Jack, Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other

Meet me to-morrow i'the Temple-hall day, you ought him a thousand pound,

At two o'clock i'the afternoon : P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

There shalt thou know thy charge ; and there receive Fal. A thousand pound, Hal ? a million : thy love is

Money, and order for their furniture. worth a million; thou owest me thy love.

The land is burning ; Percy stands on high ; Hest . Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said, he

And either they, or we, must lower lie.

(Exeunt Prince, Poins, and Bardolph. Fal. Did I, Bardolph?

Fal. Rare words! brave world !

-Hostess, my Bard. Indeert, sir John, you said so.

breakfast ; come :Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was coppes.

0, I could wish, this tarern were my drum. (Exit,

me so.

thice most grossly.

would cudgel you.