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Í dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked Host. What's the matter? might not fall in love with him :-in which doing, I Bard. [Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to have done the part of a careful friend, and a true sub

my master, ject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No a Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. [Exeunt. buse, Hal;-none, Ned, none;-no, boys, done.

P. Hen. See now, whether pure fear, and entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to cloise with us? Is she of the wicked ? Is thine

ACT III. hostess here of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wick

SCENE I.- A Room in the Palace. Enter King Hened? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose,

ry in his nightgoron, with a Page.
of the wicked?
Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.

K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of War

wick;
Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecov-
erable; and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where

But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,

And well consider of them: Make good speed. he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,

[Exit Page
there is a good angel about him ; but the devil outbids
him too.

How many thousand of my poorest subjeéts
P. Hen. For the women, —

Are at this hour asleep!-Sleep, gentle sleep,
Fal. For one of them, she is in hell already, and

Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, burns, poor soul! For the other, -I owe her money;

That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and whether she be damned for that, I know not.

And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Host. No, I warrant you.

Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Fal. No, I think thou art not ; I think, thou art quit

Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
for that: Marry, there is another indictment upon

And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, con

Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, trary to the law; for the which, I think, thou wilt

Under the canopies of costly state,
howl.

And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody?
Host. All victuallers do so : What's a joint of mut-

O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,

In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch,
ton or two in a whole Lent?
P. Hen. You, gentlewoman,

A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell?
Dol. What says your grace?

Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels a-

Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock luis brains

In cradle of the rude imperious surge ;
gainst.

And in the visitation of the winds,
Host. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the door

Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
there, Francis.

Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them Enter Peto.

With deaf ’ning clamours in the slippery clouds,
P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news?

That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Peto. The king your father is at Westminster;

Can'st thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose
And there are twenty weak and wenried posts,

To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;
Come from the north : and, as I came along,

And, in the calmest and most stillest night,

With all appliances and means to boot,
I met, and overtook, a dozen captains,
Bar-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,

Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
And asking every one for sir John Falstaff,

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crowie
P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,

Enter Warwick and Surrey.
So idly to profane the precious time;

War. Many good morrows to your majesty!
When tempest of commotion, like the south

K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords?
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,

War. 'Tis ope o'clock, and past.
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.

P. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my
Give me my sword, and cloak:-Falstaff, good night.

lords. [Exc. P. Hen. Poins, Peto, and Bard. Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night,

War. We have, my liege. and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. [Knocking K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our king heard.] More knocking at the door? [Re-enter Bar

dom dolph.) How now? what's the matter?

How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; a doze And with what danger near the heart of it.
en captains stay at door for you.

War. It is but as a body, yet, distemperd;
Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah. (To the Page.)-

Which to his former strength may be restor'd,
Farewell, hostess ;- farewell, Doll.—You see, my good

With good advice, and little medicine :
wenches, how men of merit are sought after: the un My lord Northumberland will soon be coold.
deserver may sleep, when the man of action is called mi Hen. O heaven! that one miglit read the book
on. Farewell, good wenches: If I be not sent away ot' fate;
post, I will see you again ere I go.

And see the revolution of the times
Dol. I cannot speak ;-If my heart be not ready to

Make mountains level, and the continent
burst :-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. (Weary of solid firniness,) melt itself

Fal. Farewell, farewell. [E.reunt Fal. and Bard. Into the sea ! and, other times, to se

Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these The beachy girdle of the ocean
twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honest Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mors,
er, and truer-hearud man,-Well, fare thee well. And changes fill the eup of alteration
Bard. [Within.] Mistress Ttar-sheet, —

With divers liquors! O, if this weir scen,

The happiest youth,-riewing his progress through, Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow.
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,-

Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin WilWould shut the book, and sit him down and die. liam is become a good scholar: He is at Oxford, still, 'Tis not ten years gone,

is he not? Since Richand, and Northumberland, great friends, Sil. Indeed, sir ; to' my cost. Did feast together, and, in two years after,

Shal. He must then to the inns of court shortly: I Were they at wars: It is but eight years, since was once of Clemept's-Inn; where, I think, they will This Percy was the man nearest my soul;

talk of mad Shallow yet. Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,

Sil. You were called-lusty Shallow, then, cousin. And laid his love and life under my foot;

Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and I Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too: Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember.) [To War. black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will When Richard, -with lis eye brimfull of tears, Squele a Cotswold man,--you had not four such Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,

- swinge-bucklers in all the inns of court again: and, I Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas were ; Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which

and had the best of them all at commandment. Then My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ; was Jack Falstaff, now sir John, a boy; and Page to, Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent; Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk. But that necessity so bow'd the state,

Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon That I and greatness were compellid to kiss :

about soldiers? The time shall come, thus did he follow it,

Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw him The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, break Skogan's bend at the court-gate, when he was a Shall break into corruption :-s0 went on,

crack, not thus high : and the very same day did I fight Foretelling this same time's condition,

with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's And the division of our amity.

Inn, 0, the mad days that I have spent! and to see War. There is a listory in all men's lives,

how many of mine old acquaintance are dead ! Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd :

Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,

Shal. Certaio, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: With a near aim, of the main chance of things death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall As yet not come to life; wbich in their seeds, die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? And weak beginnings, lic intreasured.

Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there. Such things become the hatch and brood of time; Shal. Death is certain.-Is old Double of your town And, by the necessary form of this,

living yet? King Richard might crente a perfect guess,

Sil. Dead, sir. That great Northumberland, then false to him,

Shal. Dead !-See, see !-he drew a good bow ;Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness; And dead !-he shot a fine shoot :-John of Gaunt lov. Which should not find a ground to root upon, ed him well, and betted much money on his head.

Dead !-he would have clapped i'the clout at twelve K. Hen. Are these things then necessities?

score ; and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen Then let us meet them like necessities:

and fourteen and a half. that it would have done a And that same word even now eries out on us; man's heart good to set ---How a score of ewes now? They say, the bishop and Northumberland

Sil. Ther after as they be: a score of good ewes Are fifty thousand strong.

may be worth ten poun Is. War.

It cannot be, my lord; Shal. And is old Double dead!
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feard :-Please it your grace,

Enter Bardolph, and one rvith him.
To go to bed; upon my life, my lord,

Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men, as I The powers that you already have sent forth,

think. Shall bring this prize in very easily.

Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I beseech To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd

you, which is justice Shallow ? A certain instance, that Glendower is dead.

Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;

this county, and one of the king's justices of the peace: And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add What is your good pleasure with me? Unto your siekness.

Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you: my I will take your counsel ; captain, sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven, And, were these inward wars once out of hand, and a most gallant leader. We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. [Excunt. Shal. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good

backsword man: how doth the good knigut? may I SCENE 11.-Court before Justice Shallow's House in | ask, how my lady his wife doth ?

Gloucestershire. Enter Shellow, and Silence, ineet Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodate ing; Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Fceble, Bull-call, and ed, than with a wise. Servants, behind.

Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir ; and it is well said Shala Come on, come on, come on; give me your

indeed too. Better accommodated !-it is good; yea, hand, sir, give me your hand, sir: an early surrer, by indeed, it is: good phrases are surely, and ever were, the rool. And how doth my good cousin Silence ? very commendable. Accommodated !--it comes from Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.

accommodo : very good ; a good phrase. Shule Arad how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and Bard. Parlon me, sir; I have heard the word. your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not the

pbrase: but I will maintain the word with my sword,

Unless on you.

K. Hen.

Allen?

more.

to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins:
command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, | prick him no more.
as they say, accommodated ; or, when a man is,-be Shal. Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it:
ing,—whereby,- he may be thought to be accommo I commend you well.– Francis Feeble!
dated : which is an excellent thing.

Feeble. Here, sir.
Enter Falstaff.

Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble?
Shal. It is very just :-Look, here comes good sir

Feeble. A woman's tailor, sir. John.-Give me your good hand, give me your wor

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir? ship's good hand : By my troth, you look well, and Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, bear your years, very well : welcome, good sir John. he would have pricked you.-Wilt thou make as many

Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master Robert holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a woShallow :-Master Sure-card, as I think.

man's petticoat ? Shal. No, sir John ; it is my cousin Silence, in com Feeble. I will do my good will, sir ; you can have no mission with me.

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you should Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, be of the peace.

courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the Sil. Your good worship is welcome.

wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Priek Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, have the woman's tailor well, master Shallow; deep, master you provided me bere half a dozen sufficient men ? Shallow. Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?

Feeble. I would, Wart might have gone, sir. Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you.

Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor; that thoa Shal. Where's the roll? Where's the roll? where's || might'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot the roll ?-Let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so : Yea, I put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of so marry, sir :-Ralph Mouldy :-let them appear as I many thousands: Let that suffice, most forcible Feeblo. call; let them do so, let them do so.-Let me see; Feeble. It shall suffice, sir. where is Mouldy?

Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who Moul. Here, an't please you.

is next? Shal. What think you, sir John ? a good limbed fel Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green ! low: young, strong, and of good friends.

Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy?

Bull. Here, sir. Moul. Yea, an't please you.

Fal, 'Fore God, a likely fellow!-Come, prick me Fal. 'Tis the more time thou weit used.

Bull-calf, till he roar again. Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i'faith! Things, Bull. O lord ! good my lord captain, that are moully, lack use: Very singular good !-In Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? faith, well said, sir John ; very well said.

Bull. O lord, sir! I am a diseased man. Fal. Prick him.

[To Shal.

Fal. What disease hast thou ? Moul. I was pricked well enough before, an you Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cough, sir ; which I could have let me alone: my old dame will be undone caught with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his cor now, for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery : 1) onation day, sir. You need not to have pricked me; there are other men Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we fitter to go out than I.

will have away thy cold; and I will take such order, Fal. Go to ; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all? it is time you were spent.

Shal. Here is two more called than your number; Moul. Spent !

you must have but four here, sir; and so, I pray you, Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know you go in with me to dinner. where you are?-For the other, sir John:-Jet me see; Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot -Simon Shadow!

tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under : he's

master Shallow. like to be a cold soldier.

Shal. Ò, sir John, do you remember since we lay all Shal. Where's Shadow ?

night in the windwill in Saint George's fields? Shad. Here, sir.

Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no more Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou ?

of that. Shad. My mother's son, sir.

Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane NightFal. Thy mother's son ! like enough ; and thy fa work alive? ther's shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow

Fal. She lives, master Shallow. of the male: It is often so, indeed; but not much of Shal. She never could away with me. the father's substance.

Fal. Never, never : she would always say, she could Shal. Do you like him, sir John ?

not abide master Shallow. Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,-prick him ; Skal. By the mass, I could anger her to the beart for we have a number of shadows to fill up the mus. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own ter-book.

well? Shal. Thomas Wart!

Fal. Old, old, master Shallow. Fal. Where's he?

Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but Wart. Here, sir?

be old; certain, she's old; and had Robin Night-work Fal. Is thy name Wart?

by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's-Inn. Wart. Yea, sir.

Sil. That's fifty-five year ago. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.

Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John ?

that ibis kvight and I have seen!

-Ha, sir Jolin, saiz Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built || I well?

Fol. We have heard the chimes at midnight, master | manage you his piece thus : and 'a would about, and Shallow.

about, and come you in, and come you in : rah, tah, Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have ; || tah, would 'a say; bounce, would 'a say; and away in faith, sir John, we have; our wateh-word was, Hem, again would 'a go, and again would 'a come: I shall boys ! -Come, let's to dinner ; come, let's to dinner: never see such a fellow, -0, the days that we have seen !--Coine, come

Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow.[Exeunt Fal. Shal. and Sil. God keep you, master Silence; I will not use many Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my words with you :-Fare you well, gentlemen both :-I friend ; and here is four Harry ten shillings in French thank you : I must a dozen mile to-night.-Bardolph, crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be give the soldiers coats. hanged, sir, as go : and yet, for mine own part, sir, I Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your do not care ; but, rather, because I am unwilling, and, affairs, and send us peace! As you return, visit my for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my house ; let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradfriends ; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so venture, I will with you to the court. much.

Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. Bard. Go to; stand aside.

Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you well. Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old

[Exeunt Shallow and Silence. dame's sake, stand my friend : she has nobody to do Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.-On, Bar any thing about her, when I am gone ; and she is old, | dolph ; lead the men away. (Exeunt Bardolph, Reand cannot help herself: you shall have forty, sir. cruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these justices : Bard. Go to; stand aside.

I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, lord, how Feeble. By my troth I care not ; a man can die but subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This same once ;-we owe God a death ;-I'll ne'er bear a base | starved justice bath done nothing but prate to me of the mind:-an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about man's too good to serve his prince; and, let it go which Turnbull-Street; and every third word a lie, duer paid way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next. to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember Bard. Well said ; thou'rt a good fellow.

him at Clement's-Inn, like a man made after supper of Feeble. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was for all the Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices.

world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically

carved upon it with a knife: he was so forlorn, that his Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have?

dimensions to any thick sight, were invisible: he was Shal. Four, of wbich you please.

the very genius of famine, yet lecherous as a monkey, Bard. Sir, a word with you: I have three pound to

and the whores called him-mandrake. He came ever free Mouldy and Bull-calf.

in the rear-ward of the fashion; and sung those tunes Fal. Go to; well.

to the over-scutched huswives that he heard the carmen Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you have?

whistle, and swart--they were his fancies, or his goodFal. Do you choose for me.

nights. And now is this Vice's dagger become a squire; Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and

and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had Shadow.

been sworn brother to bim : and I'll be sworn he never Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf :-For you, Mouldy, stay

saw him but once in the Tilt-yard ; and then he burst at home still; you are past service :-and, for your his head, for erowding among the marshal's men. I part, Bull-calf,-grow, till you come unto it; I will

saw it; and told John of Gaunt, he beat his own name: none of you.

For you might have truss'd him, and all bis apparel, Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong ; || into an eеlskin; the case of a creble hautboy was a they are your likeliest men, and I would bave you | mansion for him, a court: and now has he land and served with the best.

beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him, if I reFal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to choose

turn: and it shall go hard, but I will make him a phia man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, losopher's two stones to me: If the young dace be a baulk, and big assemblance of a man! give me the bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the law of naspirit, master Shallow.-Here's Wart; you see what a

ture, but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and ragged appearance it is: he shall charge you, and dis

there an end.

[Erit. charge you, with the motion of a pewterer's hammer; come off, and on, swifter than he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced fellow, Shadow,-give me this man ; he presents no mark to

ACT IV. the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife: And, for a retreat,-how

SCENE 1.- A Forest in Yorkshire. Enter the Archswiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off? bishop of rork, Mowbray, Hastings, and others. 0give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.

Archbishop. -Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.

WHAT is this forest call'd? Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus.

Hast. "Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please your Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So-very grace. well:-go to:-very good :-exceeding good.-0, give Arch. Here stand, my loris; and send discoverers me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot-Well forth said, i'faith, Wart; thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's To know the numbers of our enemies. a tester for thee.

Hast. We have sent forth already. Shal. He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do it Arch.

'Tis well done. right. I remember at Mile-End green, (when I lay at | My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, Clement's-Inn, I was then sir Dagonet in Arthur's || I must acquaint you that I have received show.) there was a little quiver fellow, and ’a would || New-dated letters from Northumberland ;

Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus :

By the rough torrent of occasion :
Here doth he wish his person, with such powers And have the summary of all our griefs,
As might hold sortance with his quality,

When time shall serve, to show in articles ;
The which he could not levy; whereupon

Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king, He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes.

And might by no suit gain our audience: To Scotland : and concludes in healty prayers, When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, That your attempts may overlive the hazarl,

We are denied access unto his person, And fearful meeting of their opposite.

Even by those men that most have done us wrong. Mou. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch The dangers of the days but newly gone, ground,

(Whose memory is written on the earth And dash themselves to pieces.

With yet-appearing blood.) and the examples
Enter a Messenger.

of every minute's instance (present now,)

Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms: Hast.

Now, what news!

Not to break peace, or any branch of it;
Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,

But to establish here a peace indeed,
In goodly form comes on the enemy:
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number

Concurring both in name and quality.
Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.

West. When ever yet was your appeal denied? Mow. The just proportion that we gave them out.

Wherein have you been galled by the king?

What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you ? Let us sway on, and face them in the field.

That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Enter Westmoreland.

Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,
Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here?

And consecrate commotion's bitter edge? Mow. I think it is my lord of Westmoreland. Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth, West. Health and fair greeting from our general,

To brother born an household cruelty, The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster.

I make my quarrel in particular. Arch. Say op, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace :

West. There is no need of any such redress ; What doth concern your coming ?

Or, if there were, it not belongs to you. West.

Then, my lord,

Mow. Why not to him, in part; and to us all, Unto your grace do I in chief address

That feel the bruises of the days before ; The substance of my speech. If that rebellion

And suffer the condition of these times Came like itself, in base and abject routs,

To lay a heavy and unequal hand Led on by bioody youth, guarded with rage,

Upon our honours ! And countenane'd by boys, and begrary;

West.

O my good lord Mowbray. I say, if damn'd commotion so appeard,

Construe the times to their necessities, In his true, vative, and most proper shape,

And you shall say indeed, -it is the time, You, reverend father, and these noble lorrls,

And not the king, that doth you injuries. Had not been here, to dress the ugly form

Yet, for your part, it not appears to me, Of base and bloody insurreecion

Either from the king, or in ure present time, With your fair honours. You, lord arehbishop

That you should have an inch of any ground Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;

To build a grief on; Were you not restor'd Whose beard the silver hand of peace bath touch'd ;

To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories, Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutord; Your noble and right-well-remember'd father's Whose white investments figure innocence,

Mor. What thing, in lionour, had my father lost, The dove and very blesseri spirit of peace,

That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me? Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,

The king, that lov'd him, as the state stood then, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,

Was, force perforce, compelld to banish him : Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?

And then, when Harry Bolingbroke, and he Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, Being mounted, and both roused in their seats, Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, Arch. Wherefore do I this !--so the question stands.

of fire sparkling through sights of steel, Briefly to this end :-We are all diseas'd;

And the loud trumpet blowing them together; And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours,

Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid Have brought ocrselves into a burning fever,

My father from the breast of Boling broke, And we must bleed for it: of which disease

0, when the king did throw his warder down, Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.

His own life hung upon the staff he threx: But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland,

Then threw he down himself; and all their lives, I take noi on me here as a physician ;

That, by indictment, and by dint of sword, Nor do I, as an enemy to peace;

Have since miscarried under Bolingbrake. Troop in the throngs of military men:

West. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know But, rather, show a while like fearful war,

not what. To diet rank minds, sick of happiness ;

The earl of Herefoni was reputed then And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop In England the most valiant gentleman ; Our very veins of life. Hrar ne more plainly. Who knows, on wbom fortune would then bare smird? I have in equal balance justly weigh'd

But, if your father bad been victor there, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we sul He ne'er bad borne it out of Coventry: fer,

For all the country, in a general voice, And find our griefs heavier than our oflencir. Cried hate upon him ;'and all their prayers, and love. We see which way the stream o time doth run, Were set on Hereford, whom they duted on, And are enfore'd from our most quiet sphere

And blessid, and grae'd indeed, more than the king.

Their eyes

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