Sher. Firft, pardon me, my lord.

A hue and cry

Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.

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,
For I my felf at this time have imploy'd him;
And, Sheriff, I engage my word to thee,
That I will, by to-morrow dinner time,
Send him to answer thee, or any man,
For any thing he shall 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 these men,
He fhall be answerable; and fo farewel
Sher. Good night, my noble lord.

go

P. Henry. I think it is good morrow, is it not?
Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two a clock.

[Exit. P. Henry. This oily rafcal is known as well as Paul's;

call him forth.

Peto. Falstaff? faft afsleep behind the arras, and fnorting like a horfe.

P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches his breath : fearch 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.
Peto. Item, a capon, 2 s. 2 d.

'Item, Sawce, 4 d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5 s. 8.d.

Item, Anchoves and fack after fupper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

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

we must all to the wars, and thy place fhall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and I know his death will be a † march of twelvefcore. The mony 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.

ACT III. SCENE I.

WALES.

Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, and Owen

T

Glendower.

MORTIMER.

HESE promifes are fair, the parties fure,
And our induction full of profp'rous hope.
Hot. Lord Mortimer, and coufin Glen-
dower,

Will

you fit down?

And uncle Worcester-A plague upon

I have forgot the map.

Glend. No, here it is;

it,

Sit coufin Percy, fit, good coufin Hot-fpur:

For by that name, as oft as Lancaster

Doth fpeak of you, his cheeks look pale, and with
A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heav'n.

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

Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I blame him not: at my nativity

The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes,

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of

† i. e. it will kill him to march so far as twelvescore

foot.

Of burning creffets; know that at my birth,
The frame and the foundation of the earth
Shook like a coward.

Hot. So it wou'd have done

At the fame feason, if your mother's cat

Had kitten'd, though your felf had ne'er been born.
Glend. I fay the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot. I fay the earth then was not of my mind;
If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it shook.

Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did, tremble.

Hot. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heav'ns on fire,

And not in fear of your nativity.

Difeafed nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholick pinch'd and vext,
By the imprifoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which for enlargement ftriving,
Shakes the old beldam earth, and topples down
High tow'rs and mofs-grown fteeples. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature,
In paffion fhook.

Glend. Coufin, of many men

I do not bear thefe croffings: give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my

birth

The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes,

The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were ftrangely clam'rous in the frighted fields:
Thefe figns have mark'd me extraordinary,
And all the courfes of my life do fhew,

I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipt in with the fea

That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland,
Who calls me pupil, or hath read to me?

And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think there is no man fpeaks better Welsh.
I'll to dinner.

Mort.

Mort. Peace, coufin Percy, you will make him mad, Glend. I can call fpirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, fo can I, or fo can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil. Hot. And I can teach thee coz. to shame the devil, By telling truth. Tell truth, and shame the devil. If thou have pow'r to raife him, bring him hither, And I'll be fworn, I've pow'r to fhame him hence. Oh, while you live, tell truth, and fhame the devil. Mort. Come, come!

No more of this unprofitable chat.

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent

Him bootless home, and weather-beaten back.

Hot. Home, without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, here's the map: fhall we divide our right,

According to our threefold order ta’en ?.

Mort. Th'Arch-deacon hath divided it Into three limits, very equally :

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England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto,
By fouth and east, is to my part affign'd:
All weftward, Wales, beyond the Severn fhore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower, and dear coz. to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being fealed interchangeably,
(A bufinefs that this night may execute)
To-morrow, coufin Percy, you and I
And my good lord of Worcester, will fet forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us at Shrewsbury.

My father Glendower is not ready yet,

Nor fhall we need his help thefe fourteen days:
Within that space, you may have drawn together..
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.

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Glend

Glend. A fhorter time fhall fend me to you, lords: And in my conduct shall your ladies come,

From whom you now muft steal and take no leave,
For there will be a world of water shed,
Upon the parting of your wives and you.

Hot. Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here, In quantity equals not one of yours:

See, how this river comes me crankling in,
And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle out.
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up:
And here the smug and filver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It shall not wind with fuch a deep indent,
To rob me of fo rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it must, you fee it doth. Mort. But mark, he bears his courfe, and runs me up With like advantage on the other fide,

Gelding th'oppofed continent as much,

As on the other fide it takes from you.

Wor. Yes, but a little charge will trench him here,
And on this north-fide win this cape of land,
And then he runs ftrait and even.

Hot. I'll have it fo, a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Hot. Will not you?

Glend. No, nor you

shall not.

Hot, Who fhall fay me nay?

Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you then,

Speak it in Welsh.

Glend. I can fpeak English, lord, as well as you,
For I was train'd up in the English court:

Where, being young, 1 framed to the harp
Many an English ditty, lovely well,

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
A virtue that was never seen in you.

Hot. Marry, I'm glad of it with all my heart.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,

Than one of these fame meeter-ballad-mongers;

l'ad