Northumberland.

Nay, soft, I pray ye: I know a trick worth

Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I two of that, i' faith.

trust.

First Carrier

Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds current, that I told you yesternight: there's franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought thres hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abund

Poor fellow! never Joyed since the price of ance of charge too, God knows what. They oats rose: it was the death of him.

Carrier

Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we leak in your chimney; and your cham

ber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.

First Carrier.

are up already, and call for eggs and butter: they will away presently.

Gadshill, clerks, I'll give thee this neck. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas'

Gadshill.

I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for, if I What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if hang, old sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he's no starveling. Tut! there are

What, ostler! come away and be hanged; other Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession

come away.

Have you any levers to lift me up again, being What! the commonwealth their boots? will down? 'Sblood! I'll not bear mine own flesh she hold out water in foul way?

Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest is so forward, and afoot too,-I hate it.

MIA OL

Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.

Prince Henry.

And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.
Poins.

How the rogue roar'd!

[Exeunt.

Enter Hotspur, reading a Letter.

-"But for mine own part, my lord, I could

Ned, [Aside to Poins] where are our dis- be well contented to be there, in respect of the guises?

Poins.

Here, hard by: stand close.

Exeunt Prince Henry and Poins.
Falstaff.
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say
1: every man to his business.

Enter Travellers.

First Traveller.

Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.

Stand!

Jesu bless us!

Thieves.

Traveller.

Falstaff.

Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats. Ah! whorson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them.

First Traveller.

O! we are undone, both we and ours, for ever.

Falstaff.

Hang ye, gorbellied knaves. Are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs; I would, your store were here! On, bacons, on! What! ye knaves, young men must live. You are grand-jurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i' faith,

[Exeunt Falstaf, &c. driving the Travellers

out.

love I bear your house."-He could be con-
tented,-why is he not then? In respect of the
love he bears our house:-he shows in this, he
loves his own barn better than he loves our
house. Let me see some more. "The purpose
you undertake, is dangerous;"-Why, that's
certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep,
to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of
this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
"The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; the
friends you have named, uncertain; the time
itself unsorted, and your whole plot too light for
the counterpoise of so great an opposition."-
Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again,
you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie.
What a lackbrain is this! By the Lord, our
plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends
true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and
full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good
friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this!
Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and
the general course of the action. Zounds!
an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him
with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my
uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my
lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there
not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their
letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
next month, and are they not, some of them, set
forward already? What a pagan rascal is this!
an infidel! Ha! you shall see now, in very
sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the
king, and lay open all our proceedings. O! I
could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving
such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable
an action. Hang him! let him tell the king:
we are prepared. I will set forward to-night.
Enter Lady Percy.

How now, Kate? I must leave you within
these two hours.

Lady Percy.

O, my good lord! why are you thus alone?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? [thee
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from
Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,
To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy?
In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
"Courage!-to the field!" And thou
Cry,
hast talk'd

Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin:
Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,

That