Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at it? P. Hen. Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct. Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer. Enter HOSTESS. Host. O, my lord, my lord! Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: What's the matter? Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house: shall I let them in ? Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold, a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, without seeming so. P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without instinct. Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff. [Exit HOSTESS.] Go, hide thee behind the arras;-the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true face and a good conscience. Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me. [Exeunt FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, GADSHILL, and PETO. Enter SHERIFF, and Two TRAVELLERS. P. Hen. Now, master Sheriff; what's your will with me? Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry hath followed certain men into this house. P. Hen. What men? Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord; a gross fat man. Trav. As fat as butter. P. Hen. Sheriff, I do engage my word to thee, That I will, by to-morrow dinner time, Send him to answer thee, or any man, For any thing he shall be charg'd withal: And so, let me entreat you, leave the house. Sher. I will, my lord: Here are two gentlemen Have, in this robbery, lost three hundred marks. P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these men, He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. Sher. Good night, my noble lord. P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; is it not? Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Exeunt SHERIFF and TRAVELLERS. P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's: go, call him forth. Poins. Falstaff! -Fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse. P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath! search his pockets. [POINS goes out and searches his Pockets.] What hast thou found? Enter POINS. Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them. Item, sauce, 4d. Item, sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. Item, anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!-What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve score. The money shall be paid back again, with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins. Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. The Presence Chamber. KING HENRY, HENRY PRINCE OF WALES, PRINCE JOHN, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and other GENTLEMEN, discovered. K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I Must have some private conference: but be near I know not whether Heaven will have it so, He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, Find pardon on my true submission. K. Hen. Heaven pardon thee!-Yet, let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which do hold a wing Of all the court, and princes of my blood. That men would tell their children, "This is he !" But is a-weary of thy common sight, Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; P. Hen. I shall, hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more myself. K. Hen. For all the world, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then, Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathing clothes, Discomfited great Douglas; ta'en him once, To fill the mouth of deep defiance up, And shake the peace and safety of our throne. But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my near'st and dearest enemy? P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so : |