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Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest ready to burst:-Well, sweet Jack, have a care Ned, none. I dispraised him before the wick- of thyself. ed, that the wicked might not fall in love with Fal. Farewell, farewell. him:-in which doing, I have done the part of
[E.reunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. a careful friend, and a true subject, and thy Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known father is to give me thanks for it. so abuse, thee these twenty-nine years, come peascodHal;—pone, Ned, none;-no, boys, none. time, but an honester, and truer-hearted man,
P. Hen. See now, whether pure sear, and en- -Well, fare thee well. tire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this Bard. (Within.] Mistress Tear-sheet, virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she Host. What's the matter? of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the Bard. [Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked? Or come to my master. honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, Host, Oʻrun, Doll, run; run, good Doll. of the wicked?
[Ereunt. Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend 'hath pricked down Bardolph
ACT III. irrecoverable: and his face is Lucifer's privy- SCENE 1.-A Room in the Palace. kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt. For the boy,—there is a good angel
Enter King HENRY in his Nightgown, with a
Page. about him; but the devil outbids him too. P. Hen. For the women,
K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of Fal. For one of them,-she is in hell already,
(letters, and burns, poor soul! For the other, I owe But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these her money; and whether she be damned for And well consider of them: Make_good that, I know not.
(Exit Page. Host. No, I warrant you.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou Are at this hour asleep!Sleep, gentle sleep, art quit for that: Marry, there is another in- Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, dictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for And steep my senses in forgetfulness? the which, I think, thou wilt howl.
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Host. All victuallers do so: What's a joint Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, of mutton or two in a whole Lent?
And hush'd with buzzing night-fies to thy P. Hen. You, gentlewoman,
slumber; Dol. What says your grace?
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Fal. His grace says that which his flesh re- Under the canopies of costly state, bels against
And lull’d with sounds of sweetest melody? Hosi. Who knocks so loud at door ? look to O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, the door there, Francis.
In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly
couch, Enter Peto.
A watch-case, or a common 'larum be!!! P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Peto. The king your father is at Westmin- Seal up, the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his ster;
brains And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, And in the visitation of the winds,
In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; Come from the north: and, as I came along, I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, (verns, who take the ruffian billows by the top, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the ta. Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging
them And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff. P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds, to blame,
That, with the burly,* death itself awakes? So idly to profane the precious time;
Can'st thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose When tempest of commotion, like the south
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt, And, in the calmest and most stillest night, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
With all appliances and means to boot, Give me my sword, and cloak :-Falstaff
, good Deny it to a king? Then happy low,t lie night.
down! (Exeunt Prince Henry, Poins, Pero, and Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. BARDOLPH.
Enter WARWICK and SURREY. fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it un
War. Many good morrows to your majesty! picked. (Knocking heurd.] More knocking at
K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords? the door?
War. "Tis one o'clock, and past.
K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, Re-enter BARDOLPH.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you ? How now? what's the matter?
War. We have, my liege. Bard. You must away to court, Sir, present- K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our ly; a dozen captains stay at door for you.
kingdom Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah. (To the How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, PAGE.]– Farewell, hostess ;-farewell, Doll. And with what danger, near the heart of it. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit War. It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd; are sought after: the undeserver may sleep, which to his former strength may be restora, when the man of action is called on. Fare. With good advice, and little medicine :well, good wenches : If I be not sent away My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. post, I will see you again ere I go. Dol. I cannot speak;-If my heart be not
+ Those in lowly situations.
K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the SCENE 11.-Court before Justice Shallow's book of fate;
House in Gloucestershire. And see the revolution of the times
Enter Shallow and SILENCE, meeting; MoulMake mountains level, and the continent
DY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULL-CALF, (Weary of solid firmness,) melt itself
and Serrants, behind. Into the sea! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean (mock,
Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me Too wide for Neptune's hips: how chances your hand, Şir, give me your hand, Sir: an And changes fill the cup of alteration
early stirrer, by the rood.* And how doth my With divers liquors! 0, if this were seen,
good cousin Silence? The happiest youth,-viewing his progress
Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. through,
Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfel. What perils past, what crosses to ensue,-
low? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my Would shut the book, and sit him down and god-daughter Ellen? "Tis not ten years gone,
Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow. Since Richard, and Northumberland, great
Shal. By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say, my friends,
cousin William is become a good scholar: He Did feast together, and in two years after,
is at Oxford, still, is he not? Were they at wars : It is but eight years, since
Sil. Indeed, Sir; to my cost. This Percy was the man nearest my soul;
Shal. He must then to the inns of court Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,
shortly: I was once of Clement's-inn; where And laid his love and life under my scot;
I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet. Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard,
Sil. You were called-lasty Shallow, then, Gave him defiance. But which of you was by,
cousin. (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,)
Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; [To WARWICK.
and I would have done any thing, indeed, and When Richard,-with his eye brimfull of tears, roundly too. There was I, and little Johı Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,
Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele :Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which
Cotswold man,-you had not four such swinge My cousin Bolingbroke uscends my throne ;
bucklerst in all the inns of court again: and Though then, heaven knows, I had no such I may say to you, we knew where the bona intent;
robast were; and had the best of them all a But that necessity so bow'd the state,
commandment. Then was Jack Falstafl, nov That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss :
Sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mow The time shull come, thus did he follow it,
bray, duke of Norfolk. The time will come, that foul sin, gathering
Sil. This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither head,
anon about soldiers? Shall break into corruption :-s0 went on,
Shal. The same Sir John, the very same. I Foretelling this same time's condition,
saw him break Skogan's head at the court gate, And the division of our amity.
when he was a crack, $ not thus high: and the War. There is a history in all men's lives,
very same day did I fight with one Sampson Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd: Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's-inn.0 The which observ’d, a man may prophecy,
the mad 'days that I have spent! and to see With a near aim, of the main chance of ihings how many of mine old acquaintance are dead! As yet not come to life; which in their seeds,
Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. And weak beginnings, lie intreasured.
Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very Such things become the hatch and brood of sure: death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain And by the necessary form of this, [time;
to all; all shall die. How a goud yoke of bul. King Richard might create a perfect guess,
locks at Stamford fair? That great Northumberland, then false to him, Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there. Would, of that seed, grow to a greater false
Shal. Death is certain. -Is old Double on
your town living yet? Which should not find a ground to root upon,
Sil. Dead, Sir. Unless on you.
Shal. Dead !-See, see!-he drew a good K. Hen. Are these things then necessities?
bow ;-And dead!-he shot a fine shoot:Then let us meet them like necessities:
John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted And that same word even now cries out on us;
much money on his head. Dead!-he would They say, the bishop and Northumberland have clapped i’the clout at twelve score;ll and Are fifty thousand strong;
carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and War. It cannot be, my lord;
fourteen and a half, that it would have done a Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, man's heart good to see.How a score of The numbers of the fear'd:- Please it your
ewes now ?
Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good grace, To go to bed; upon my life, my lord,
ewes may be worth ten pounds.
Shal. Ånd is old Double dead!
Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him.
Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstati s
Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I Unto your sickness.
[add beseech you, which is justice Shallow? K. Hen. I will take your counsel:
Shut. I am Robert Shallow, Sir; a poor esAnd, were these inward wars once out of hand,
+ Rakes or rioters We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.
i ladies of pieasure. Bay.
quire of this county, and one of the king's jus- Know you where you are ?-For the other, Sir tices of the peace: What is your good pleasure John :-let me see ;-Simon Shadow! with me?
Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under: Bard. My captain, Sir, commends him to he's like to be a cold soldier. you: my captain, Sir John Falstaff: a tall® Shal. Where's Shadow ? gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant Shul. Here, Sir. leader.
Ful. Shadow, whose son art thou ? Shal. He greets me well, Sir; I knew him a Shad. My mother's son, Sir. good backsword man: How doth the good Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough ; and knight? may I ask, how my lady his wife thy father's shadow: so the son of the female doth?
is the shadow of the male: It is often so, inBard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accom- deed; but not much of the father's substance. modated, than with a wife.
Shal. Do you like him, Sir John? Shal. It is well said, in faith, Sir; and it is Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,
-prick well said indeed too. 'Better accommodated! him ;--for we have a number of shadows to -it is good; yea, indeed, it is: good phrases fill up the muster-book. are surely, and ever were, very commendable. Shal. Thomas Wart! Accommodated !-it comes from accommodo: Fal. Where's he? very good; a good phrase.
Wart. Here, Sir. Bard. Pardon me, Sir: I have heard the word. Ful. Is thy pame Wart? Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know Wurt. Yea, Sir. not the phrase: but I will maintain the word Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. with my sword, to be a soldier-like word, and Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir John ? a word of exceeding good command. Accom- Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is modated : That is, when a man is, as they say, built upon his back, and the whole frame accommodated : or, when a man is,-being,- stands upon pins: prick him no more. whereby,-he may be thought to be accommo- Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, Sir; you dated; which is an excellent thing.
can do it: I commend you well.-Francis
Fee. Here, Sir. Shal. It is very just :- Look, here comes Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble? good Sir John.-Give me your hand, give me Fee. A woman's tailor, Sir. your worship's good hand: By my troth, you Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir ? look well, and bear your years very well: wel- Fal. You may : but if he had been a man's come, good Sir John.
tailor, he would have pricked you.-Wilt thou Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master make as many boles in an enemy's battle, as Robert Shallow :-Master Suré-card, as I thou hast done in a woman's petticoat? think.
Fee. I will do my good will, Sir; you can Shal. No, Sir Jobn; it is my cousin Silence, have no more. in commission with me.
Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well Fal. Goud master Silence, it well befits you said, courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as ya. should be of the peace.
liant as the wrathful dove, or most magnani. Sil. Your good worship is welcome.
mous mouse.—Prick the woman's tailor well, Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, master Shallow; deep, master Shallow. have you provided me here half a dozen sufrir fee. I would, Wart might have gone, Sir. cient men ?
Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor; that Shal. Marry, have we, Sir. Will you sit ? thou might'st mend him, and make him fit to Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. go. I cannot put him to a private soldier, Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? that is the leader of so many thousands: Lei where's the roll ?— Let me see, let me see. So, that suffice, most forcible Feeble. 80, 80, so: Yea, marry, Sir :--Ralph Mouldy: Fee. It shall suffice, Sir. - let them appear as I call; let them do so, let Fal. I am bonad to thee, reverend Feeble.them do so. -Let me see; Where is Mouldy? Who is next? Moul. Here, an't please you.
Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green ! Shal. What think you, Sir John ? a good Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf. limbed fellow: young, strong, and of good Bull. Here, Sir. friends.
Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow!--Come, Fal. Is thy name Mouldy?
prick me Bull-calf till he roar again. Moul. Yea, an't please you.
Bull. O lord! good my lord captain,Fal. Tis the more time thou wert used. Ful. What, dost thou roar before thou art
Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i'faith! pricked? things, that are mouldy, lack use: Very singu- Bull. O lord, Sir! I am a diseased man. lar good !--In faith, well said, Sir John; very
Fal. What disease hast thou ? well said.
Bull. A whoreson cold, Sir; a cough, Sir; Fal. Prick him.
[TO Shallow. which I caught with ringing in the king's Moul. I was pricked well enough before, an affairs, upon his coronation day, Sir. you could have let me alone: my old dame Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a will be undone now, for one to do her hus- gown; we will have away thy cold; and I will bandry, and her drudgery: you need not to take such order, that thy friends shall ring for have pricked me; there are other men fitter to thee.-Is here all ? go out than I.
Shal. Here is two more called than your Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. number; you must have but four here, Sir;Mouldy, it is time you were spent.
pray you, go in with me to dinner. Moul. Spent!
Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; cannot tarry dinner. "I am glad to see you, in
good troth, master Shallow.' * Brave,
Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since
we lay all night in the windmill in St. George's 1-Here's Wart ;-you see what a ragged apfields.
pearance it is: he shall charge you, and disFul. No more of that, good master Shallow, charge you, with the motion of a pewterer's no more of that.
hammer; come off, and on, swifter than he that Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this Jane Night-work alive?
same half-fac'd fellow, Shadow,-give ine this Fal. She lives, master Shallow.
man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the Shal. She never could away with me. foeman* may with as great aim level at the
Fal. Never, never: she would always say, edge of a penknife: And, for a retreat,-how she could not abide master Shallow.
swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the run off? O, give me the spare men, and spare heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she me the great ones.-Put me a calivert into hold her own well?
Wart's hand, Bardolph. Fal. Old, old, master Shallow.
Bard. Hold, Wari, traverse ;t thus, thus, Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot thus. choose but be old; certain, she's old; and Ful. Come, manage me your caliver. So:had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, very, well :--go to :-very good :-exceeding before I came to Clement's-inn.
good.-0, give me always a little, lear, old, Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.
chapped, bald shot.$_Well said, i'faith Wart; Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's a tester for seen that that this knight and I have seen !- thee. Ha, Sir John, said I well?
Shal. He is not bis craft's-master, he doth Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, not do it right. I remember at Mile-end green, master Shallow.
when I lay at Clement's inn,- I was then Sir Shal. That we have, that we have, that we Dagonet in Arthur's show,ll) there was a little have; in faith, Sir John, we have; our watch- quiver fellow, and 'a would manage you his word was, Hem, boys!--Come, let's to dinner; piece thus: and 'a would about, and about, come, let's to dinner :-0, the days that we and come you in, and come you in: rah, have seen !-Come, come.
tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, would ’a say; [Exeunt Falstaff, Shallow, and SILENCE. and away again would a go, and again would Bull
. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand l'a come :- I shall never see such a fellow. my friend; and here is four Harry ten shillings
Fal. These fellows will do well, master in French crowns for you. In very truth, Sir, Shallow.-God keep you, master Silence; I I had as lief be hanged, Sir, as go: and yet, will not use many words with you :-Fare you for mine own part, Sir, I do not care; but, ra- well, gentlemen both: I thank you : I must a ther, because I am unwilling, and, for mine dozen mile to-night.—Bardolph' give the solown part, have a desire to stay with my friends; diers coats. else, 'Sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so
Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosmuch.
per your affairs, and send us peace! As you Bard. Go to; stand aside.
return, visit my house; let our old acquaintance Moul. And good master corporal captain, for be renewed : peradventure, I will with you to niy old dame's sake, stand my friend: she has the court. nobody to do any thing about her, when I am Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. gone: and she is old, and cannot help herself: Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you shall have forty, Sir.
[Exeunt Shallow and SILENCE. Bard. Go to; stand aside.
Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Fee. By my troth I care not;-a man can die Bardolph; lead the men away. (Exeunt BARbut once ;-we owe God a death ;-I'll ne'er DOLPH, Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch bear a base mind :-an't be my destiny, so; off these justices :'I do see the bottom of justice an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his Shallow. Lord, lord, how subject we old men prince; and, let it go which way it will, he that are to this vice of lying! This same starved dies this year, is quit for the next.
justice hath done nothing but prate to me of Bard. Well said ; thou'rt a good fellow. the wildness of his youth, and the seats he hath Fee. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.
done about Turnbull-street;and every third
word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices. Turk's tribute. I do remember him at CleFal. Come, Sir, which men shall I have? ment's-inn, like a man made after supper of a Shul. Four, of which you please.
cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, Bard. Sir, a word with you :- I have three for all the world, like a forked radish, with pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.
a head fantastically carved upon it with a Fal. Go to; well.
knife: he was so forlorn, that his dimensions Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you to any thick sight were invisible: he was the have ?
very Genius of famine; yet lecherous as a monFal. Do you choose for me.
key, and the whores called him-mandrake : Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-calf, Fee- he came ever in the rear-ward of the fashion ; ble, and Shadow.
and sung those tunes to the over-scutched Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf:-For you, Moul-huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, dy, stay at home still; you are past service:- and sware-they were his fancies, or his goodand, for your part, Bull-calf,-grow till you nights.** And now is this Vice's daggerit become unto it; I will none of you.
come a squire; and talks as familiarly of John Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself of Gaunt, as if he had been sworn brother to wrong: they are your likeliest men, and I would him: and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once have you served with the best.
Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how * Enemy. + Gun. 1 March. to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the InoClerkenwell
i An exhibition of archery.
** Titles of little poems. thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance
At A wooden dagger like that used by the modern Harof a man' Give me the spirit, master Shallow. I lequin.
in the Tilt-yard; and then he burst* his head, Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd; for crowding among the marshal's men. I saw Whose beard the silver hand of peace bath it; and told John of Gaunt, he beat his own
(tord; name it for you might have truss’d him, and Whose learning and good letters peace hath tuall his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a Whose white investments figure innocence, treble baut-boy was a mansion for him, a The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, court; and now has he land and beeves. Wherefore do you so ill translate yoursell, Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I re. Out of the speech of peace, that bears such turn: and it shall go hard, but I will make him
grace, a philosopher's two stones to me: If the young Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war? dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason, Turning your books to graves, your ink to in the law of nature, but I may snap at him.
blood, Let time shape, and there an end. (Exit. Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?
Arch. Wherefore do I this?--so the question SCENE 1.- A Forest in Yorkshire.
Briefly to this end :- We are all diseas'd; Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, Hastings, and others.
And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, Arch. What is this forest call'd ?
And we must bleed for it: of which disease Hust. 'Tis Gaultree forest, an't shall please Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. your grace.
Bul, my most noble lord of Westmoreland, Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send dis. I take not on me here as a physician ; coverers forth,
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace, To know the numbers of our enemies.
Troop in the throngs of military men: Hast. We have sent forth already.
But, rather, show a while like fearful war, Arch. "Tis well done.
To diet rank minds, sick of happiness; (stop My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, And purge the obstructions, which begin to I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. New-dated letters from Northumberland; I have in equal balance justly weigh'd Their cold intent, tenor, and substance thus:-- What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
we suffer, As might hold sortancet with his quality, And find our griefs* heavier than our offences. The which he could not levy; whereupon We see which way the stream of time doth ruu, He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes, And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers, By the rough torrent of occasion : That your attempts may overlive the hazard, And have the summary of all our griefs, And fearful meeting of their opposite.
When time shall serve, to show in articles: Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king, touch ground,
And might by no suit gain our audience: And dash themselves to pieces.
When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our
We are denied access unto his person (grieis, Enter a MESSENGER.
Even by those men that most have done us Hast. Now, what news?
wrong: Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, The dangers of the days but newly gone, In goodly form comes on the enemy :
(Whose memory is written on the earth And, by the ground they hide, I judge their With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples number
Of every minute's instance, (present now,) Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms: Moub, The just proportion that we gave them Not to break peace, or any branch of it;
But to establish here a peace indeed, Let us sway on, and face them in the field. Concurring both in name and quality.
West. When ever yet was your appeal deEnter WESTMORELAND.
nied ? Arch. What well-appointedş leader fronts Wherein have you been galled by the king? us here?
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate op you! Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Westmore. That you should seal this lawless bloody book land.
Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine, West. Health and fair greeting from our ge- | And consecrate commotion's bitter edge? neral,
Arch. My brother general, the commodThe prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster.
Weșt. There is no need of any such redress; Unto your grace du I in chief address
Or, it there were, it not belongs to you. The substance of my speech. If that rebellion Mowb. Why not to him, in part; and to us Came like itself, in base and abject routs, That feel the bruises of the days before; (all, Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage, And suffer the condition of these times And countenanc'd by boys and beggary; To lay a heavy and unequal hand I say, if damo'd commotion so appear', Upon our honours? In bis true, native, and most proper shape, West. () my good lord Mowbray, You, reverend father, and these noble lords, Construe the times to their necessities, Had not been here, to dress the ngly form And you shall say indeed,-it is the time, Of base and bloody insurrection [bishop, And not the king, that doth you injuries. With your fair honours. You, lord arch- | Yet, for your part, it not appears to me,
+ Gaunt is thin, slender. 1 Be suitable. Coinpletely accoutret.