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P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these P. Hen. Prythee, do, Jack. men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thau Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. [Erit. could'st not see thy hand ? come, tell us your reason; P. Hen. Now, sirs ; by'r lady, you fought fair;What sayest thou to this?

so did you, Peto ;-so did you, Bardolph : you are Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not

Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at touch the true prince ; no,-fie! the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came on compulsion ! If reasons were as plenty as black- Falstaff's sword so hacked ? berries, I would give no man a reason upon com- Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger ; and pulsion, I.

said, he would swear truth out of England but he P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin: this would make you believe it was done in light; and sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back-persuaded us to do the like. breaker, this huge hill of flesh;

Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spearFal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you grass, to make them bleed; and then to beslubber dried neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-lish,- our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood 0, for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tai- of true men. I did that I did not this seven year lor's vard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. standing tuck ;

P. Hien. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack P. Hen. Well, breathe a while, and then to it eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the managain : and when thou hast tired thyself in base ner,' and ever since thou hast blushed extempore ; coinparisons, hear me speak but this.

Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet Poins. Márk, Jack.

thou ran'st away; What instinct hädst thou for it? P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four ; you Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do bound them, and were masters of their wealth.- you behold these exhalations? Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down.- P. Hen. I do. Then did we two set on you four : and, with a Bard. What think you they portend? word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it; P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.2 yea, and can show it you here in the house :-ind, Bard. Choler, my lord, if righily taken. Falstaff

, you carried your guls away as nimbly, P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter. with as quick desterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard bull-call.

Re-enter Falstaff. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare bone. How hast done; and then say, it was in fight! What now, my sweet creature of bombast ?: How long trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? now find out, to hide thee from this open and ap

Fel. My own knee? when I was about thy years, parent shame?

Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick hast could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: thou now?

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that like a bladder. There's villanous news abroad: made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Was it for here was sir John Bracy from your father ; you me to kill the heir apparent ? Should I turn upon must to the court in the morning. That same mad the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as va: rellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that liant as Hercules : but beware instinct; the lion will

gave Amaimon the bastinado, and made Lucifer not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great mat- cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon ter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the the cross of a Welsh hook, -What, a plague, call better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a

you him?valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by Poins. 0, Glendower. the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money.

Fal. Owen, Owen; the same ;-and his son-in Hostess, clap to the doors: watch to-night, pray law, Mortimer ; and old Northumberland ; and to-morrow.-Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs all the titles of good fellowship come to you! o’horseback up a hill perpendicular. What, shall we be merry? shall we have a play P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with extempore?

his pistol kills a sparrow flying. P. Hen. Content;-and the argument shall be, Fal. You have hit it. thy running away.

P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me. Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him ; Enter Hostess.

he will not run.

P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to Host. My lord the prince,

praise him so for running ? P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? what Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, asoot, he will say'st thou to me?

not budge a foot. Host. Marry, my lord, there is a noblcman of P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. the court at door, would speak with you: he says, Fal. I grant yc, upon instinct. Well, he is there he comes from your father.

too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy royal man, and send him back again to my mother. father's beard is turned while with the news; you Fal. What manner of man is he?

may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. Host. An old man.

P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?-Shall I give him his answer ?

(4) A demon ; who is described as one of the

four kings, who rule over all the demons in the (1) In the fact. (2) Drunkenness and poverty. world. (3) Bombast is the stuffing of clothes,

(5) Scotsmen in blue bonnets,


June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy lent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing, eye, and a maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundred. most nohle carriage; and, as I think, his age some

Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true ; it is fitty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore; and now like, we shall have good truding that way:-But, I reinember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly aseard ? thou should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harbeing heir apparent, could the world pick thee out ry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may three such enemies again, as that tiend Douglas, be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower ? Ari peremptorily I speak'it, there is virtue in that Falthou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill staff: 'him keep with, the rest banish. And tell at it?

me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy thou been this month? instinct.

Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou Ful. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, stand for me, and I'll play my father. when thou comest to thy father : is thou love me, Fal. Deposc me? if thou dost it half so gravely, practise an answer.

so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and ex- up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker,' or a poulter's amine me upon the particulars of my life. hare.

Fal. Shall I ? content:- This chair shall be my P. Hen. Well, here I am set. state,' this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my Fal. And here I stand :-judge, my masters.

P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you? P: Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy' Fal. My noble lord, from Eastchcup. golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy pre- P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are cious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown! grievous.

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, I'll of thee, now'shalt thou be moved.–Give me a cup tickle ye sor a young prince, 'i'faith. of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may P. llen. Swearest ihou, ungracious boy? hencebe thought I have wept; for I must speak in pas- forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried sion, and I will do it in king Cambyses 2 vein.' away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in P. llen. Well, here is my leg.3

the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy Fal. And here is my speech :--Stand aside, no-companion. Why dost thou converse with that bility,

trunk of humours, that bolting-hutche of beastliHost. This is excellent sport, i'faith.

ness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that hoge bomFal. Weep not, swcet qucen, for trickling tears bard' of sack, that stuffed cloak bag of guts, that are vain.

roasted Manningtreel ox with the pudding in his Host. 0, the father, how he holds his counte- belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that nance!

father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein is he Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful' good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat queen,

and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it ? For tears do stop the food-gates of her eyes. wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but

Host. () rare! he doth it like as one of these in villany? wherein villanous, but in all things? harloiry players, as I ever see.

wherein worthy, but in nothing ? Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle- Ful. I would, your grace would take me with brain. -Harry, I do not only marvel where thou you;'! Whom means your grace? spendest thy time, but also how thou art accom- P. Hen. That villanous, abominable misleader panied: for though the camomile, the more it is of vouth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Salan. trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more Fal. My lord, the man I know. it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art P. Hen. I know, thou dost. my son, have partly thy mother's word, partly Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than my own opinion bui chiefly, a villanous trick or in myself

, were to say inore than I know. That he thine eye, and it foolish hanging of thy nether lip, is old (the more the pity,) his white hairs do witthat doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, ness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a here lies the point ;-Why, being son to me, ari whoreinaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and suthou so pointed at? 'Shall the blessed sun of heaven gar be a fauli, God help the wicked! If to be old prove a micher, and cat blackberries ? a question and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove know, is damned: is to be fat be to be hated, then a thief, and take purses? a question to be asked. Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, mr good There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: heard of, and it is known to many in our land by but for sweet Jack Falstaff

, kind Jack Falstafl

, the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and there report, doth defile; soroth the company thou fore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falsiat, keepest: for, Ilarry, now I do not speak to ihce in banish not him thy Harry's company; banish plump drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; Jack, and banish all the world. not in words only, but in woes also :- And yet P.' Hen. I do, I will. (. A knocking heard. there is a virtuous min, whom I have often noied (Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolpt. in thy company, but I know not his name.

Re-enter Bardolph, running. P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your majesty ?

Bard. O, my lord, my lord ; the sheriff, with a Fal.' A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpu

most monstrous watch, is at the door.

Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have

much to say in the behall of that Falstatt. (1) Chair of state. (2) A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570. (8) The machine which separates flour from bran. (3) Obeisance. (4) Sorrowful.

(9) A lcather black-jack to hold beer. (5) Name of a strong liquor. (6) A truant boy, (16) In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole. (7) A young rabbit.

ini) Go no faster than I can follow.

Re-enter Hostess, hasily.

I will be a march of twelve-score. The money Host. O Jesu, iny lord, my lord !

shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fid- .re betimes in the morning ; and no good morrow, dic-suick: What's the matter?

Poins. Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. (E.reunt. door: they are come to search the house : Shall I let them in ? Fa!. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true

ACT Jll. piece of gold, a countcrleit: thou art essentially mad, without seeming so.

SCENE I.-Bangor. s room in the archdeacon's P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without house. Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, instinct.

and Glendower. Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, ? cart as well as another man, a plaque on my And our induction full of prosperous hope. Joringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled

Hol. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower, with a halter, as another.

Will you sit down ?--P. Hen. Go, hide thec behind the arras;'--the And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it! rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true I have forgot the map, face, and good conscience.


No, here it is. Ful. Both which I have had : but their date is Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur: out, and therefore, I'll hide me.

For by that name as ost as Lancaster (Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. Doti speak of you, his cheek looks pale ; and with P. Hen. Call in the sherifl.

A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.
Enter Sheriff and Carrier.

Hol. And you in hell, as often as he hears

Owen Glendower spoke of.
Now, master sheriff'; what's your will with me? Glend. I cannot blame liim: at my nativity,

Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. of burning cressets ;4 and at my birth,
P. Hen. What men ?

The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious Shak'd like a coward.


Why, so it would have done A gross fat man.

At the same season, is your mother's cat had
As fat as butter.

But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here ;) Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was For I myself at this time have enıploy'd him.

born. And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

If you suppose, as fearing you it shook. Send him to answer thee, or any man,

Glend. The heavens were all on tire, the carth For any thing he shall be charg'd withal:

did trenible. And so let me entreat you leave the house.

Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen

on fire, Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. And not in fear of your nativity. P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth men,

In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd Sher. Good night, my noble lord.

By the imprisoning of unruly wind P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; is it not? Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples: down

(Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as ur vrandam earth, having this distemperature, Paul's. Go, call him forth.

In passion shook. Poins. Falstaff'!-fast asleep behind the arras, Glend.

Cousin, of many men and snorting like a horse.

I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : To tell you once again,-that at my birth, Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes; t.ou found ?

The goats ran from the mountains, and ihe herds Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.

Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them. These sjąus have mark'd me extraordinary; Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.

And all the courses of my life do show, l'em, Sauce, 4d.

I am not in the roll of common men. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s, 8d.

Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 25. 6d. That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Itcm, Bread, a halfpenny.

Wales,P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpenny worth Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!>What And bring him out, that is but woman's son, there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more ad- Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, vantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the And hold me pace in deep experiments. court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat Welsh : rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death

(4) Lights set crossways upon beacons, and also (1) Tapestry. (2) St. Paul's cathedral. upon poles, which were used in processions, &c, 3) Beginning,

(5) Tumbles,

I will to dinner.

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him here, mad.

And on this north side win this cape of land ; Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. And then he runs straight and even.

Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man: Hot. I'll have it so ; a little charge will do it. But will they come, when you do call for them? Glend. I will not have it alter'd. Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command Hot.

Will not you? The devil.

Glend. No, nor you shall not. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, Hot.

Who shall say me nay? By telling truth ; Tell truth, and shame the devil. Glend. Why, that will I. Ti thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, Hot.

Let me not understand you then, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shanie him hence Speak it in Welsh. 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; 'Mori. Come, coine,

For I was train’d up in the English court: No more of this unprofitable chat.

Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke Many an English ditty, lovely well, made head

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament ; Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, A virtue that was never seen in you. And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Hol. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart, Boolless' home, and weather-beaten back.

I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather Than one of these samé mctre ballad-mongers: too !

I had rather hear a brazen canstick' turn'd, How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Or a dry wheel grate on an axlc-trec; Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, our right,

Nothing so much as mincing poetry; According to our three-fold order la'en ? 'Tis like the forc'd gate of a shuflling nag. Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent lurn'd. Into three liinits, very equally :

Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,

To any well-deserving friend; By south and east, is to iny part assign'd: But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. And all the fertile land within that bound, Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone ? To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you

Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by The reinnant northward, lying off from Trent.

night: And our indentures tripartite? are drawn: l'll haste the writer, and, withal, Which being sealed interchangeably,

Break with your wives of your

departure hence : (A business that this night may execute,) I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,

So much she doteth on her Mortimer. (Eril. And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my To meet your father, and the Scottish power,

father! As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me My father Glendower is not ready yet,

With telling me of the moldwarp'o and the ant, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:- or the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies; Within that space, [To Glend.) you may have And of a dragon and a finless fish, drawn together

A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords, And such a deal of skimble-ska mblé stuff And in my conduct shall your ladies come: As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,From whom you now inust steal, and take no leave; He held me, but last night, at least nine hours For there will be a world of water shed,

In reckoning up the several devils' names, Upon the parting of your wives and you. That were his lackeys: I cried, humph, and Hot. Methinks, my moiety,* north from Burton well,-goto,here,

But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious In quantity equals not one of yours :

As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
See, how ihis river comes me cranking in, Worse than a smoky house :- I had rather live
And cuts me, from the best of all my land, With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far,
A huge half moon, a monstrous caniles out. Than feed on cates," and have him talk to me,
I'll have the current in this place damn'd up; In any summer-house in Christendom.
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, Mort. In saith, he is a worthy gentleman;
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

Exceedingly well read, and profited
It shall not wind with such a deep indent, In strange concealments ;'2 valiant as a lion,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

And wond'rous atfable; and as bountiful Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you see, it As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? doth.

He holds your temper in a high respect, Mort. Yea,

And curbs himself even of his natural scope, But mark, how he bears his course, and runs When you do cross his humour ; faith, he does :

I warrant you, that man is not alive, With like advantage on the other side ;

Might so have tempted him as you have done, Geldinga the opposed continent as much,

Without the taste of danger and reproof; As on the other side it takes from you.

But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; (1) Unsuccessful. (2) Three copies. (3) Force. (4) Part.

(5) Corner. (6) Cutting (9) Break the matter. (10) Mole. Candlestick, (8) The writer of the articles, (11) Dainties,

(12) Secrets,

me up

with you,

And since your coming hither have done enough Hol. Now I perceive, the devil understands To put him quite beside his patience.

Welsh ; You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous. Though sometimes it show greatness,courage, blood, By'r lady, he's a good musician. (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Lady P. Then should you be nothing but muYet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, sical ; for you are altogether governed by humours. Defect of manners, want of government,

Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Pride, haughliness, opinion, and disdain :

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach,“ howl The least of which, haunting a nobleman, in Irish. Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind á stain Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? Upon the beauty of all parts besides,

Hot, No. Beguiling them of commendation.

Lady P. Then be still. Hot. Well, I ain school'd; good manners be Hot. Neither ; 'tis a woman's fault. your speed !

Lady P. Now God help thee! Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Re-enler Glendower, with the Ladies.

Laly P. What's that?

Hot. Peace ! she sings.
Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,
My wise can speak no English, I no Welsh.

A Welsh SONG sung by Lady M.
Glend. My daughter weeps ; she will not part

Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

Lady. P. Not mine, in good sooth. Morl. Good father, tell her,—that sbe, and my like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth

Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear aunt Percy, Shall follow in your conduct' speedily.

and, As true as I live; and, Ås God shall mend (Glendower speaks to his daugliter in Welsh, me; and, As sure as day: and she answers him in the same.

And giv'st such sarcenet surely for thy oaths, Glend. She's desperate here ; a peevish self- As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury." will'd harlotry,

Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, One no persuasion can do good upon.

A good mouth-filling oath ; and leave in sooth, (Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. And such protest of pepper-gingerbread, Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. Which thou pourest down from these swelling Come, sing, heavens,

Lady P. I will not sing. I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,

Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redIn such a parley would I answer thee.

breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'N

(Lady M. speaks. away within these two hours; and so come in when I understand thy kisses, and thou mire,

(Erit. And that's a feeling disputation:

Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer ; you are as But I will never be a truant, love,

slow, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue

As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,

By this our book's drawn: we'll but scal, and then Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,

To horse immediately.

Mort. With ravishing division to her lute.

With all my heart. [Exe. Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. SCENE II.-London. A room in the palace. En

(Lady M. speaks again. Mort. 0, I am ignorance itself in this.

ter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords. Glend. She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,

K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of

Wales and
And rest your gentle head upon her lap;
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,

Must have some conference: But be near at hand, And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,

For we shall presently have need of you. Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;

(Exeunt Lords. Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,

I know not whether God will have it so, As is the difference betwixt day and night,

For some displeasing service I have done,

That in his secret doom out of my blood The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team

He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; Begins his golden progress in the east. Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her But

thou dost in thy passages of life, sing :

Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd

For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, By that time will our book," I think, be drawn. 'Glend. Do so ;

To punish my mistrcadings. Tell me else, And those musicians that shall play to you,

Could such inordinate, and low desires, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;

Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean at Yet straight they shall be here; sit, and attend.

tempts,' Hol. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

Such barren pleasures, rude society, Come, quick,"quick; that I may lay my head in thy Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

lap. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.

And hold their level with thy princely heart?

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would I could Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the Quit all offences with as clear excuse, music plays.

As well as, I am doubtless, I can purgc 1) Guard, escort.

(4) Hound. (5) In Moorfields. (2) A compliment to queen Elizabeth,

(6) Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys, (3) Our paper of conditions,

(7) Unworthy undertakings,

ye will.

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