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P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with often noted in thy company, but I know not his his pistol kills a sparrow flying.
name. Pal. You have hit it.
P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow.
majesty ? Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him: Fal. A good portly man, i' faith, and a corpo. he will not run.
lent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, praise him so for running.
or, by'r-lady, inclining to threescore ; and now ! Fal O'horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, afoot, he will remember me, his name is Falstaff : if that man not budge a foot.
should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps then. peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in more: Worcester is stolen away to night; thy that Falstaff : him keep with, the rest banish father's beard is tutned white with the news; you And tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. where hast thou been this month ?
P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot P. Hen. Dost thon speak like a king? Do thos June, and this cicil buffeting hold, we shall buy stand for me, and I'll play my father maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hun-1 Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, dreds.
so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker, or a poulter's like, we shall have good trading that way.-But, hare. tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ; thou P. Hen. Well, here I am set. being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out Fal. And here I stand :- judge, my masters. three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you? that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower ? Art Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap. thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are at it?
grievous. P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nas, I'd instinct.
tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith. Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy ? hencewhen thou comest to thy father : if thou love me, forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried practise an answer.
away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and examine the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy me upon the particulars of my life.
companion. Why dost thou converse with that Fal. Shall f ? content.--This chair shall be my trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastli. state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion myness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bom. crown.
bard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in bis golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy pre- belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that cious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown!
| father ruffian, that vanity in years! Wherein is he Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat of thee, now shalt thou be moved.Give me a cup and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all and I will do it in king Cambyses' vein.
things? wherein worthy, but in nothing? P. Hen. Well, here is my leg.
| Fäl. I would, your grace would take me with Fal. And here is my speech :-Stand aside, no-you; Whom means your grace? bility.
P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith.
of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears Fal. My lord, the man I know. are vain.
P. Hen. I know, thou dost. Host. 0, the father, how he holds his counte- Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than nance !
in myself, were to say more than I know. That Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful he is old, (the more the pity,) his white hairs do queen,
witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence, For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and
Host. O rare ! he doth it as like one of these sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be harlotry players, as I ever see.
old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that Fal. Peace, good pint pot; peace, good tickle. I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, brain.--Harry, I do not only marvel where thou then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my spendest thy time, but also how thou art accom-good lord : banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish panied : for though the camomile, the more it is Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's com. my own opinion ; but chiefly, a villainous trick of pany, banish not him thy Harry's company; banish thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, plump Jack, and banish all the world. that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, I P. Hen. I do, I will
(A knocking heard. here lies the point;- Why, being son to me, art
(Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. thou so pointed at ? Shall the blessed sun of hea. ven prove a micher, and eat blackberries P a ques
Re-enter Bardolph, running. tion not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to be
Dard, 0, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a asked. There is a thing. Harry, which thou hast most monstrous watch, is at the door. often heard of, and it is known to many in our
nown to many in our Fal, Out, you rogue! play out the plar: I have land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff. writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest : for, Harry, now I do not speak
Re-enter Hostess, hastily. to thee in drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord !in passion; not in words only, but in woes also :- Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddle And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have stick : What's the matter
Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the Hof. Lord Mortimer,-and cousin Glendower, door : they are come to search the house ; Shall I Will you sit down ? let them in ?
And, uncle Worcester :- A plague upon it! Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal ? never call a true I have forgot the map. piece of gold, a counterfeit : thou art essentially Glend.
No, here it is. mad, without seeming so.
Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur • P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without For by that name as oft as Lancaster instinct.
Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale, and, with Fal. I deny your major : if you will deny the A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven. sheriff, so ; if not, let him enter : if I become not Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears a cart as well as another man, a plague on my Owen Glendower spoke of. bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled Glend. I cannot blame him : at my nativity, with a halter, as another.
| The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, P. Hen, Go, hide thee behind the arras ;--the Of burning cressets ; and, at my birth, rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true The frame and huge foundation of the earth face, and good conscience,
Shak'd like a coward. Fal. Both which I have had : but their date is! Hot,
Why, so it would have done out, and therefore I'll hide me.
At the same season, if your mother's cat had Ereunt all but the Prince and Poins. But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff.
Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was
born. Enter Sheriff and Carrier.
Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me? If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.
Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
did tremble. P. Hen. What men ?
Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious
on fire, A gross fat man.
[lord; And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
Within her womb; which, for enlargement strir.
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down And so let me entreat you leave the house.
Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, Sher. I will, my lord : There are two gentlemen Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. In passion shook. P. Hen. It may be so : if he have robb'd these
robh'd these Glend.
Cousin, of many men men,
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave He shall be answerable ; and so, farewell.
To tell you once again, that at my birth, Sher. Good night, my noble lord.
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes ; P. Hen. I think it is good morrow : Is it not? The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields
(Ereunt Sheriff and Carrier. These signs have mark'd me extraordinary ; P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as And all the courses of my life do show, Paul's. Go, call him forth.
I am not in the roll of common men. Poins. Falstaff !-fast asleep behind the arras, Where is he living-clipp'd in with the sea and snorting like a horse.
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath :
Wales, Search his pockets. (Poins searches.] What hast Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? thou found
And bring him out, that is but woman's son, Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, P. Hen. Let's see what they be : read them. And hold me pace in deep experiments. Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.
Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Item, Sauce, 4d.
I will to dinner.
Welsh : Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Mort. Peace, cousin Percy : you will make him Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s.6d.
mad. Item, Bread, a halfpenny.
Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. P. Hen. O monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth Hot. Why, so can I ; or so can any man: of bread to this intolerable deal of sack - What But will they come, when you do call for them ? there is else, keep close ; we'll read it at more ad. Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to com. vantage : there let him sleep till day. I'll to the The devil.
mand court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this
devil, fat rogue a charge of foot ; and, I know, his death By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil... will be a march of twelve-score. The money shall If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, be paid back again with advantage. Be with me And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him betimes in the morning; and so good morrow,
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. (Ereunt. Mort. Come, come,
No more of this unprofitable chat.
Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke ACT III.
Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, SCENE I.-Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, House.
Bootless home, and weather-beaten back.
hon Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and Glen
too ! dower.
How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, | Glenud. Come, here's the map ; Shall we divide And our induction full of prosperous hope.
According to our threefold order ta'en ? [our right,
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Break with your wives of your departure hence: Into three limits, very equally :
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Erit. By south and east, is to my part assign'd:
Mort. Fye, cousin Percy ! how you cross my All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
father! And all the fertile land within that bound,
Hot. I cannot choose : sometimes he angers me, To Owen Giendower :-and, dear coz, to you With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies; And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
And of a dragon and a finless fish, Which being sealed interchangeably,
A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, (A business that this night may execute,)
A couching lion, and a ramping cat, To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, To meet your father, and the Scottish power, He held me, but last night, at least nine hours, As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
In reckoning up the several devils' names, My father Glendower is not ready yet,
That were his lackeys: I cried, humph,--and Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days :
well, go to, Within that space, to Glend.] you may have But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious drawn together
As is a tired horse, a railing wife; Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentle-Worse than a smoky house - I had rather live men.
With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far, Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords, Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, And in my conduct shall your ladies come:
In any summer-house in Christendom. From whom you now must steal, and take no Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman ; leave;
Exceedingly well read, and profited For there will be a world of water shed,
In strange concealments; valiant as a lion, Upon the parting of your wives and you.
And wond'rous affable : and as bountiful Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton | As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? here,
He holds your temper in a high respect, In quantity equals not one of yours:
And curbs himself even of his natural scope, See how this river comes me cranking in,
When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does : And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
I warrant you, that man is not alive, A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
Might so have tempted him as you have done, I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; Without the taste of danger and reproof; And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. In a new channel, fair and evenly:
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful. It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
blame; To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
And since your coming hither, have done enough Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you see, it To put him quite beside his patience. doth.
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: Mort. Yea,
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, But mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
blood, With like advantage on the other side ;
(And that's the dearest grase it renders you,) Gelding the opposed continent as much,
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, As on the other side it takes from you.
Defect of manners, want of government, Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain : here,
The least of which, haunting a nobleman, And on this north side win this cape of land; Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain And then he runs straight and even.
Upon the beauty of all parts besides, Hot. I'll have it so ; a little charge will do it. Beguiling them of commendation, Glend. I will not have it alter'd.
Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Hot.
Will not you? Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Here come our wires, and let us take our leare. Hot.
Who shall say me nay? Glend. Why, that will I.
Re-enter Glendower, with the Ladies. Hot.
Let me not understand you then. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me, Speak it in Welsh.
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you: Glend. My daughter weeps ; she will not part For I was train'd up in the English court :
with you, Where, being but young, I framed to the harp She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Many an English ditty, lovely well,
Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
aunt Percy, A virtue that was never seen in you.
Shall follow in your conduct speedily. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of 't with all my [Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, heart:
and she answers him in the same. I had rather be a kitten and cry-mew,
Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-will'd Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers :
harlotry, I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
One no persuasion can do good upon. Or a dry wheel grate on an axle tree;
(Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
! Which thou pourest down from these swelling 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
heavens, Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, Hot. I do not care : I'll give thrice so much In such a parley would I answer thee. land
[Lady M. speaks To any well-deserving friend :
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
And that's a feeling disputation: I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
But I will never be a truant, love, Are the indentures drawn ? shall we be gone? Till I have learn'd thy language: for thy tongue Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, night:
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, I'll haste the writer, and, withal,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me ;
[Lady M. speaks again. But thou dost, in thy passages of life, Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this.
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd Glend. She bids you
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else, And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her Quit all offences with as clear excuse, sing:
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Myself of many I am charg'd withal Glend. Do so;
Yet such extenuation let me beg, And those musicians that shall play to you, As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear. Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers,
Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying I may, for some things true, wherein my youth down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, head in thy lap.
Find pardon on my true submission. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.
K. Hen. God pardon thee ! - yet let me wonder,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
Which by thy younger brother is supplied ; And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Of all the court and princes of my blood :
Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Had I so lavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? So stale and cheap to vulgar company; Hot. No.
Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Lady P. Then be still.
Had still kept loyal to possession ; Hot. Neither ; 'tis a woman's fault.
And left me in reputeless banishment, Lady P. Now God help thee !
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood. Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir, Lady P. What's that?
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at: Hot. Peace! she sings.
That men would tell their childre., This is ne:
Others would say,-- Where? which is Bolingbroke? A Welsh SONG, sung by Lady M.
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
And dress'd myself in such humility, Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths. swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in Even in the presence of the crowned king. good sooth; and, As true as I live ; and, As God Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new; shall mend me; and, As sure as day:
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burn'd: carded his state; Come, sing.
Mingled his royalty with capering fools; Lady P. I will not sing.
Had his great name profaned with their scorns : Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red And gave his countenance, against his name, breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push away within these two hours; and so come in Of every beardless vain comparative: when ye will.
[Exit. Grew a companion to the common streets, Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as Enfeoff"d himself to popularity : slow,
That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.
They surfeited with honey; and began By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little To horse immediately.
More than a little is by much too much. Mort.
With all my heart. So, when he had occasion to be seen,
Ereunt. He was but as the cuckoo is in June, SCENE II.-London.-A Room in the Palace. Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords.
As, sick and blunted with community,
Aftord no extraordinary gaze,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes :
Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect
[Exeunt Lords. As cloudy men use to their adversaries; I know not whether God will have it so,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. For some displeasing service I have done,
And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou : That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,
With vile participation ; not an eye
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, But is a-weary of thy common sight,
That Douglas, and the English rebels, met, Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury : Which now doth that I would not have it do, A mighty and a fearful head they are, Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
If promises be kept on every hand, P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, As ever offer'd foul play in a state. Be more myself.
K. Hn. The earl of Westmoreland set forth toK. Hen. For all the world,
With him my son, lord John of Lancaster ; [day; As thou art to this hour, was Richard then
For this advertisement is five days old :When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg ; On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set And even as I was then, is Percy now
Forward ; on Thursday, we ourselves will march: Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,
Our meeting is Bridgnorth : and, Harry, you He hath more worthy interest to the state,
Shall march through Glostershire ; by which acThan thou, the shadow of succession :
count, For, of no right, nor colour like to right
Our business valued, some twelve days hence, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm : Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. Turns head against the lion's armed jaws ; Our hands are full of business : let's away ; And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on,
(Eseunt To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. What never-dying honour hath he got
SCENE III.- Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Against renowned Douglas ; whose high deeds,
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge this last action ? do I not bate? do I not dwindie? Christ?
Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes, loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. This infant warrior in his enterprizes
Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in Discomfited great Douglas : ta'en him once, some liking ; I shall be out of heart shortly, and Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
not forgotten what the inside of a church is made and shake the peace and safety of our throne. of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the inside And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, of a church ! Company, villainous company, hath The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, been the spoil of me. Capitulate against us, and are up.
Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot But wherefore do I tell these news to thee ? live long. Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Fal. Why, there is it :-come, sing me a bawdy Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given, Thou that art like enough,-through vassal fear, as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough : swore Base inclination, and the start of spleen,
little ; diced, not above seven times a week; went To fight against me under Percy's pay,'
to a bawdy-house, not above once in a quarter-of To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, an hour ; paid money that I borrowed, three or four To show how much degenerate thou art.
times ; lived well, and in good compass : and now P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so; I live out of all order, out of all compass. And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! must needs be out of all compass; out of all reaI will redeem all this on Percy's head,
sonable compass, sir John. And, in the closing of some glorious day,
Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend Be bold to tell you, that I am your son ;
my life : Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the When I will wear a garment all of blood,
lantern in the poop,-but 'tis in the nose of thee; And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
thou art the knight of the burning lamp. Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of That this same child of honour and renown, it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, memento mori : I never see thy face, but I think And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet :
upon hell-fire, and Dives that lived in purple : for For every honour sitting on his helm,
there he is in his robes, burning, burning. If 'Would they were multitudes : and on my head thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear My shames redoubled ! for the time will come, by thy face ; my oath should be, By this fire : bat That I shall make this northern youth exchange thou art altogether given over ; and wert indeed, His glorious deeds for my indignities.
but for the light in thy face, the son of utter dark Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
ness. When thou ran'st up Gads-hill in the night To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf ; to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst And I will call him to so strict account,
been an ignis fatuns, or a ball of wildfire, there's That he shall Tender every glory up,
no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, This, in the name of God, I promise here :
walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, tavern but the sack that thou hast drunk me, I do beseech your majesty, may salve
would have hought me lights as good cheap, at the The long-grown wounds of my intemperance : dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
that salamander of yours with fire, any time this And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
two and thirty years; Heaven reward me for it! Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
Burd. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this:- belly ! Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. Fal, God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be
heart-burned. Enter Blunt. How now, good Blunt ? thy fooks are full of speed.
Enter Hostess. Blunt. So hath the business that I come to speak How now, dame Partlet the hen ? have you in of.
iquired yet, who picked my pocket ?