Fal. Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shav'd and lost many a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was pick'd. Go to, you are a woman, go. Host. Who, I? no; I defy thee. God's light! I was never call'd so in mine own house before. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Host. No, Sir John; you do not know me, Sir John. I know you, Sir John; you owe me money, Sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it. I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back.

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Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four and twenty pound.

Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks. I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket pick'd? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.

Host. O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was copper!

Fal. How the prince is a Jack, a sneakcup; 's blood! an he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he would say so.

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Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras and had my pocket pick'd: [this house is turn'd bawdy-house; they pick" pockets.]

Prince. What didst thou lose, Jack?

Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a sealring of my grandfather's.

Prince. A trifle, some eight-penny matter. Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouth'd man as he is, and said he would cudgel you. Prince. What! he did not? Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

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villany? Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty. You confess, then, you pick'd my pocket? Prince. It appears so by the story. Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason; thou seest I am pacified.-Still? Nay, prithee, be gone.— [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at court; for the robbery, lad, how is that answered?

Prince. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee; the money is paid back again.

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Prince. Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.-[Exit Bardolph.] Go, Poins, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.[Exit Poins.] Jack, meet me to-morrow in the Temple Hall at two o'clock in the after

SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS.
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot; if speaking
truth

In this fine age were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have,
As not a soldier of this season's stamp
Should go so general current through the
world.

By God, I cannot flatter; I defy

The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself.
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Doug. Thou art the king of honour;
No man so potent breathes upon the ground

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7 Task, test. 8 Approve, prove.

Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us [Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off; } And yet, in faith, it is not; his present wants Seems more than we shall find it.-Were it good To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main" On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? It were not good; for therein should we read The very bottom and the soul of hope, The very list, the very utmost bound Of all our fortunes.

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Hot.

You strain too far. I rather of his absence make this use: It lends a lustre and more great opinion, A larger dare to our great enterprise, Than if the earl were here; for men must think, If we without his help can make a head To push against the kingdom, with his help We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down. Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. Doug. As heart can think; there is not such a word

Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.

Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON.

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All furnish'd, all in arms;

All plum'd like estridges that wing the wind;

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Bated like eagles having lately bath'd;
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver 10 on,
His cuisses11 on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind 12 a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun
in March,

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This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come;
They come like sacrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
To hear this rich reprisal 13 is so nigh,
And yet not ours.-Come, let me take my
horse,

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Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales; Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse. O that Glendower were come!

I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his power14 this fourteen days.
Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear
of yet.