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Three times they breath'd, and three times did That wish'd him on the barren mountains they drink,

starv’d. Upon agreeinent, of swift Severn’s flood; But shall it be, that you,—that set the crown Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Upon the head of this forgetful man; Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, And, for his sake, wear the detested blot And hid his crisp* head in the hollow bank, Of murd'rous subordination,--shall it be, Blood-stained with these valiart combatants. That you a world of curses undergo; Never did bare and rotten policy

Being the agents, or base second means, Colour her working with such deadly wounds; The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather? Nor never could the noble Mortimer

O, pardon me, that I descend so low, Receive so many, and all willingly:

To show the line, and the predicament, Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. Wherein you range under this subtle king.K. Hen. Thou dost belie hiin, Percy, thou Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, dost belie him,

Or fill up chronicles in time to come, He never did encounter with Glendower; That men of your nobility and power, I tell thee,

Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,He durst as well have met the devil alone, As both of you, God pardon it! have done,As Owen Glendower for an enemy.

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth And plant this thorn, this canker,* Boling. Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :


[ken, Send me your prisoners with the speediest And shall it, in more shame, be further spomeans,

That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off Or you shall hear in such a kind from me By him, for whom these shames ye underwent? As will displease you.-My lord Northumber- No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem land,

Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves We license your departure with your son :- Into the good thoughts of the world again: Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Revenge the jeering, and disdain’dt contempt,

[Exeunt King HenrY, Blunt, and Train. of this proud king'; who studies, day and Hot. And if the devil come, and roar for To answer all the debt he owes to you, (night, them,

Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. I will not send them :- I will after straight, Therefore, I say, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more : Although it be with hazard of my head. And now I will unclasp a secret book, North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and And to your quick-conceiving discontents pause awhile;

I'll read you inatter deep and dangerous; Here comes your uncle.

As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,

As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,

On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
Hot. Speak of Mortimer?

Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Send danger from the east unto the west,

swim: Want mercy, if I do not join with him : Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,

So honour cross it from the north to south, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the And let them grapple ;-0! the blood more But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer (dust, To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. [stirs, As high i'the air as this unthankful king,

North. Imagination of some great exploit As this ingrater and canker'd Bolingbroke.

Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. North. Brother, the king hath made your ne

Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy phew mad. [TO WORCESTER. leap,

(moon; Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was

To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd gone?

Or dive unto the bottom of the deep, And when I urg'd the rapsom once again [ers; Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prison- Where fathom-line could never touch the

ground, Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; pale;

So he, that doth redeem her thence, might And on my face he turn's an eye of death,

Without corrival, all her dignities : [wear, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not pro

Wor. He apprehends a world of figures claim'd,

here, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ?

But not the form of what he should attend.North. He was; I heard the proclamation :

Good cousin, give me audience for a while, And then it was, when the unhappy king.

Hot. I cry you mercy, (Whose wrongs'in us God pardon!) did set

Wor. Those same noble Scots, Upon his Irish expedition;


That are your prisoners, From whence he, intercepted, did return

Hot. I'll keep them all; To be depos’d, and shortly, murdered.

By heaven he shall not have a Scot of them: Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: wide mouth

I'll keep them, by this hand. Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.

Wor. You start away, Hol. But, soft, 1 pray you ; Did king Rich. And lend no ear upto my purposes.ard then

Those prisoners you shall keep. Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer

Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat :Heir to the crown?

He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; North. He did ; myself did hear it.

Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer; Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin But I will find him when he lies asleep, king,

And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer !

The dog-rose. + Disdainful. 1 A rival. Curled.

+ Ungrateful.

Friendship. || Shapes created by his imagination.


Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak To save our heads by raising of a head :* Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, For, bear ourselves as even as we can, To keep his anger still in motion.

The king we always think him in our debt; Wor. Hear you,

And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Cousin; a word.

Till he hath found a time to pay us home. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, * And see already, how he doth begin Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: To make us strangers to his looks of love. And that same sword-and-bucklert Prince of Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd Wales.

on him. But that I think his father loves him not, Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in And would be glad he met with some mis

this, chance,

Than I by letters shall direct your course. I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,)

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; When you are better temper’d to attend. Where you and Douglas, and our powers at North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impa

once, tient fool

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet, Art thou, to break into this woman's mood ; To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and North. Farewell, good brother: we shall scourg'd with rods,

thrive, I trust. Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

short, In Richard's time,-What do you call the Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our place?


[Exeunt. A plague upon't !--it is in Gloustershire;'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept;

His uncle York;- where I first bow'd my knee
Unto this king of siniles, this Bolingbroke,

SCENE 1.-Rochester.-An Inn Yard. When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. Enter a Carrier, with a Lantern in his hund.

North. At Berkley castle.
Hot. You say true:-

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the Why, what a candy deal of courtesy

day, I'll be banged : Charles' waint is over This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. Look,-when his infant fortune came to age,

What, ostler! And,-gentle Harry Percy,--and, kind cousin,- Ost. [Within.) Anon, anon, 0, the devil take such cozeners !- -God for

1 Car. I pry'thee Tom, beat Cut'st saddle, give me!

put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.

wrung in the withers out of all cess.s Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again; We'll stay your leisure.

Enter another CARRIER. Hot. I have done, i'faith.

2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank || here Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pris- as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor

Ljades the bots :f this house is turned upside Deliver them up without their ransom straight, down, since Robin ostler died. And make the Douglas' son your only mean 1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the For powers in Scotland; which,—for divers price of oats rose; it was the death of him. reasons,

2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous Which I shall send you written,-be assur'd, house in all London road for fleas: I am stung Will easily be granted.- You, my lord,-- like a tench.**

[To NORTHUMBERLAND. i Cur. Like a tench? by the mass, there is Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, - ne'er a king in Christendom could be better Shall secretly into the bosom creep.

bit than I have been since the first cock. Of that same noble prelate, well belov’d, 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne’er a jorThe archbishop:

den, and then we leak in your chimney; and Aot. Of York, is't not?

your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a Wor. True ; who bears hard

1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be His brother's death at Bristol the lord Scroop. hanged, come away. I speak not this in estimation,||

2 Cur. I have a gammon of bacon, and two As what I think might be, but what I know

razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as CharIs ruminated, plotted, and set down;

ingcross. And only stays but to behold the face

i Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

are quite starved.-What, ostler !-A plague Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.

on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed let'st slip.

as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble villain. ---Come, and be hanged:–Hast no faith plot :

in thee? And then the power of Scotland, and of York,To join with Mortimer, ha?

Enter GADSHILL. Wor. And so they shall.

Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

A body of forces. + The constellation Ursa major. * Refuse.

Name of his horse. Measure. || Wet. 'Worins. + The term for a blustering quarrelsome fellow.

** Spotted like a tench. Mind, humour. Sugared. | Conjectura,

** sinall fish supposed to brecd fcas.




i Car. I think it be two o'clock.

Guds. Go to; Homo is a common name to all Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of mi gelding in the stable.

the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick

[Exeunt. worth two of that, 'i'faith. Guds. I pr'ythee, lend me thine.

SCENE II.The Road by Gadshill. 2 Car. Ay, when? canst tell?_Lend me thy Enter Prince Henry, and Poins; BARDOLPH lantern, quoth a?-marry, I'll see thee hanged

and Peto, at some distance. first. Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean moved Falstaft's horse, and he frets like a

Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have reto come to London? 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a

gummed velvet.

P. Hen. Stand close. candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will

Enter FALSTAFF. along with company, for they have great charge.

Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged ! Poins !

[Exeunt CARRIERS. Gads. What ho! chamberlain !

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; What

a brawling dost thou keep? Cham. [Within.) At band, quoth pick-purse. Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?

Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the chamberlain : for thou variest no more hill; I'll go seek him. [Pretends to seek Poins.

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the from picking of purses, than giving direction

Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot the rascal hath removed my horse, Enter CHAMBERLAIN.

and tied him I know not where. If I travel

but four foot by the squire* further afoot, I Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It shall break my wind. 'Well, I doubt not but holds current, that I told you yesternight: to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape hangThere's a franklint in the wild of Kent, bathing for killing that rogue. I have forsworn brought three hundred marks with him in gold: his company hourly any time this two-andI heard bim tell it to one of his company, last twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the pight at supper; a kind of auditor; one that rogue's company. "If the rascal have not given hath abundance of charge too, God knows me medicinest to make me love him, I'll be what. They are up already, and call for eggs hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk and butter: They will away presently.. medicines.- Poins !- Hal!-a plague upon

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint you both!-Bardolph !-- Peto!—I'll starve, ere Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck. I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good

Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr’ythee, keep a deed as drink, to turn truet man, and leave that for the hangman; for, I know, thou wor- these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever ship'st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven falsehood may.

ground, is threescore and ten miles afoot with Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hang- me; and the stony.hearted villains know it man ? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves for, if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me ; cannot be true to one another! [They whistle.] and, thou knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! Whew!- A plague upon you all! Give me my there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be of, the which, for sport sake, are content to hanged. do the profession some grace; that would, if P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay matters should be looked into, for their own thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with canst hear the tread of travellers. no foot land-rakers, $ no long-staff, sixpenny Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, strikers; none of these mad, mustachio purple- being down?' 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and tran- flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy quillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers;| father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye such as can hold in; such as will strike sooner to colts me thus? than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie; for art uncolted. they pray continually to their saint, the com

Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to monwealth ; or, rather, not pray to her, but my horse; good king's son. prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, *P. Hen. Out, you rogue ! shall I be your and make her their boots. I

ostler! Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ?

Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-appawill she hold out water in foul way?

rent garters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. Gads. She will, she will ; justice. hath li- An I have not ballads made on you all, and quored her.**

We steal us in a castle, cock-sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, wepoison : When a jest is so forward, and afoot walk invisible.

too,-I hate it. Chum. Nay, by my faith? I think you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed,

Enter GADSHILL. for your walking invisible.

Gads. Stand.
Gads. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a

Fal. So I do, against my will.
share in our purchase,tt as I am a true:t man.
Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are

Poins. 0, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. a false thief.

Enter BARDOLPH. * A proverb, from the pick-purse being always ready.

Bard. What news? + Freeho der

I Cant term for highwaymen. Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors; Footpads.

|| Pulilic accountants. Bonty: ** Oileri, sinoothed her over. * Square + Love-powder.

1 Honert. Hlo what we acquire.

It Honest.

Make a youngster of me.

there's money of the king's coming down the Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, hill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer, And lards* the lean earth as he walks along:

Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the, Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. king's tavern.

Poins. How the rogue roar'd! (Exeunt. Gads. There's enough to make us all. Fal. To be hanged.

SCENE III.- Warkworth.-A Room in the P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in

Castle. the narrow lane; Ned Poins, and I, will walk lower: if they 'scape from your encounter,

Enter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter. then they light on us. Peto. How many be there of them?

But, for mine own part, my lord, I could Gads. Some eight, or ten.

be well contented to be there, in respect of the Fal. 'Zounds! will they not rob us?

love I bear your house.—He could be contented, P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? he bears our house :-he shows in this, he loves

-Why is he not then? In respect of the love Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your his own barn better than he loves our house. grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal. P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.

Let me see some more. The purpose you underPoins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind take, is dangerous ;-Why, that's certain ; 'tis the hedge; when thou needest him, there thou but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle,

dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink: shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The pur? hanged.

pose you undertake, is dangerous ; the friends you P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?

have named, uncertuin ; the time itself unsorted; Poins. Here, hard by; stand close.

and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise [Exeunt'P. HENRY and Poins. of so great an opposition.-Say you so, say you Ful. Now, my masters, happy man be his so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow,

cowardly hind, add you lie. What a lackdole, * say I; every man to his business.

brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is a good Enter TRAVELLERS.

plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and

constant: a good plot, good friends, and full i Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead of expectation : an excellent plot, very good our horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot a friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? while, and ease our legs.

Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and Thieves, Stand.

the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an Trav. Jesu bless us !

I were now by this rascal, I could brain hiin Fal. Strike; down with them ; cut the vil- with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, sains 'throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars ! ba- my uncle, and myself? lord Edward Mortimer, con-led knaves! they hate us youth: down my lord of York, and Owen Glendower ? Is with them ; fleece them.

there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not i Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth for ever.

of the next month? and are they not, some of Ful. Hang ye, gorbelliedt knaves; Are ye them, set forward already? What a pagan undone ? No, yet fat chutis ;t I would, your rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you shall see store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, knaves? young men must live: You are grand- will he to the king, and lay open all our projurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i'laith.

ceedings. 0, I could divide myself, and go to [Exeunt FALSTAFF, 8c. driving the Tra- buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed VELLERS out.

milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!

let him tell the king: We are prepared : I will Re-enter Prince HENRY und Poins.

set forward to-night. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: Now could thou and I rob the thieves,

Enter Lady Percy. and go merrily to London, it would be argu; How now, Kate? I must leave you within ments for a week, laughter for a month, and

these two hours. a good jest for ever.

Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

alone ?

For what offence have I, this fortnight, been Re-enter THIEVES.

A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from then to horse before day. An the prince and

thee Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? equity stirring; there's no more valour in that Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; Toins, than in a wild duck.

And start so often when thou sit'st alone? Pilien. Your money. [Rushing out upon them. Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy Poins. Villains,

cheeks; (As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,

set upon them. FALSTAFF, after a blow or To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy? fuo, and the rest, run uu'uy, leaving their In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd, booty behind then.)

And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars: P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; to horse :

Cry, Courage !-to the field! And thou hast The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with

talk'd fear

Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents, So strongly, that they cap nutmeet cach other; Of palisadves, frontiers, parapets; Each takes his fe iunt iuran ofiicer.

Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;

* Portion. | Fat, corpulent. Clowns. A subject.

• Drops his fat.


of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, Thou wilt pot utter what thou dost not know;
And all the 'currents of a heady fight. And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate!
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, Lady. How! so far?
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you,
That beadst of sweat have stood upon thy


Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
Like bubbles'in a late-disturbed stream: To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.-
And in thy face strange motions have ap- Will this content you, Kate?

Ludy. It must, of torce.

[Ereunt. Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden haste. O, what por

SCENE IV:-Eastcheap.-A Room in the tents are these?

Boar's Heud Tarern. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

Enter Prince HENRY and Poins. And I must know it, else he loves me not. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat gone?

room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.

Poins. Where hast been, Hal?

P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, Serr. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have Hot. Hath Butler brought these horses from

sounded the very base string of humility. the sheriff?

Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash* of draw. Sero. One horse, my lord, he brought even ers; and can call them all by their Christian

names, as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it take it already upon their salvation, thai, not?

though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the Serr. It is, my lord.

king of courtesy; and tell me flatly, I am no Hot. That roan shall be my throne.

proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian,t Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperance! :

-a lad of mettle, a good boy,--by the Lord, so Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. they call me; and when I am king of England,

[Exit SERVANT. I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap: Lady. But hear you, my lord.

They call-drinking deep, dying scarlet: and Hot. What say'st, my lady?

when you breathe in your watering, they Lady. What is it carries you away?

cry-hem! and bid you play it off.—To conHot. My horse,

clude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter My love, my horse.

of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape !

bis own language during my life. I tell thee, A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou As you are toss'd with. In faith,

wert not with me in this action. But, sweet I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. Ned,-to sweeten which name of Ned, I give I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even About his title; and hath sent for you,

now in my hand by an under-skinker;ł one To lines his enterprize: But if you go

that never spake other English in his life, than Hol. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. -Eight shillings and sixpence, and-You are

Lady. Come, come, you paraquito,ll answer welcome ; with this shrill addition;- Anon, anon, Direcily to this question that I ask. [me Sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon, In faith, l'll break thy little finger, Harry, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou stand in Hot. Away,

some by-room, while I question my puny Away, you trifler!-Love?-I love thee not, drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world; and do thou never leave calling-Francis, To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips: that his tale to me may be nothing but--anon. We must have bloody noses, and crack'd Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent. crowns,

Poins. Francis! And pass them current too.-Gods me, my

P. Hen. Thou art perfect. horse!

Poins. Francis!

[Exit Poins. What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have with me?

Enter FRANCIS. Lady. Do you not love me? do yon not, in- Fran. Anon, anon, Sir.-Look down into the deed?

Pomegranate, Ralph.
Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?

Fran. My lord.
Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no.

P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, FranHot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

cis? And when I am o'horse-back, I will swear Frøn. Forsooth, five year, and as much as I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;

toI must not have you henceforth question me Poins. [Within.) Francis! Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:

Fran. Anon, anon, Sir. Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,

P. Hen. Five years! by’rlady, a long lease This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, I know you wise; but yet no further wise,

darest thou be so valiant, as to play the coward Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are;

with thy indenture, and to show it a fair pair But yet a woman: and for secresy,

of heels, and run from it? No lady closer; for I well believe,

Fran. O lord, Sir! I'll be sworn upon all the

books in England, I could find in my heartOccurrences. + Drops.

Poins. (Within.) Francis! 1 Motto of the Percy family. Strengthen. | Parrot. Puppets.

* Three, + A woneher. : Tastier.

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