Re-enter the Hoftefs.. Hoft. O, my lord, my lord! Fal. Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddleftick: what's the matter? Hoft. The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to fearch the house. Shall I let them in? Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? Never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit; thou art effentially mad, without feeming fo. P. Henry. And thou a natural coward, without instinct. Fal. I deny your major: If you will deny the Sheriff, fo; 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 foon be strangled with a halter as another. P. Henry. Go, hide thee behind the arras, the rest walk up above. Now, my mafters, for a true face and good confcience. Fal. Both which I have had; but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me. [Exeunt Falftaff, Bardolph, P. Henry. Call in the Sheriff.. Enter Sheriff and Carrier. Now, mafter Sheriff, what is your will with me? P. Henry. What men ? Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord, A grofs fat man. Car. As fat as butter. P. Henry. The man, I do affure you, is not here, Send him to anfwer thee, or any man,` For any thing he fhall be charg'd withal; And fo let me intreat you leave the house. Sher. I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen Have in this robbery loft three hundred marks. P. Henry. It may be fo; if he have robb'd thefe men, He fhall be anfwerable; and fo farewel. Sher. Good night, my noble lord. P. Henry. I think it is good morrow, is it not? Sher Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock., [Exit. P. Henry. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's; go call him forth. Peto. Falstaff fnorting like a horfe. A faft afleep behind the arras, and P. Henry. Hark! how hard he fetches breath! Search his pockets. [He fearches his pockets, and finds certain papers. P. Henry. What haft thou found ? Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord. P. Henry. Let's fee, what be they? read them........ Item, Sauce, 4d. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. ג' Item, Anchovies and fack after fupper, 2s. 6d., Iri P. Henry. O monftrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread to this intolerable deal of fack! What there is elfe, keep clofe, we'll read it at more advantage; there let him fleep till day. I'll to the Court in the morning; we muit 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 fcore. The money fhall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and fo good morrow, Peto. Peto. Good morrow, good my lord. Exeunt. No. XI.-THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV. ACT III. SCENE I.. The Palace in London. Enter King Henry in his Night Gown, with a Page. Go, K. HENRY. call the Earls of Surry and of Warwick: But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read thefe letters, And well confider of them. Make good fpeed. Exit Page. How many thousands of my poorelt fubjects Are at this hour afleep! O gentle Sleep, M Nature's Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, And hufht with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber, And lull'd with founds of fweetest melody? Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monftrous heads, and hanging them Enter Warwick and Surrey. War. Many good-morrows to your Majefty! War. 'Tis one o'clock, and paft. K. Henry. Why, then, good morrow to you. Well my lords, Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? War. We have, my Leige. K. Henry. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it. War. It is but as a body yet diftempered, Which to its former ftrength may be reftor'd, Wi With good advice and little medicine; My lord, Northumberland will foon be cool'd. K. Henry. Oh, heaven, that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of folid firmness, melt itself Into the fea; and, other times, tó fee The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, With divers liquors! O, if this were feen, Wou'd fhut the book, and fit him down, and die. Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, That I and Greatnefs were compell'd to kifs: War. There is a history in all men's lives, [To War. With With a near aim of the main chance of things Such things become the hatch and brood of time; King Richard might create a perfect guefs, K. Henry. Are these things then neceffities? And that fame word even now cries out on us. War. It cannot be : Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, A certain inftance that Glendower is dead. K. Henry. I will take your counfel; [Ex |