SCENE V.

Enter Bardolph and Page.

Bard. Save your grace.

P. Henry. And yours, moft noble Bardolph.

Poms. Come you c virtuous afs, you bashful fool, muft you be blufhing? wherefore blush you now? what a maidenly man at arms are you become? Is it fuch a matter to get a pottle-pot's maiden-head?

Page. He call'd me even now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I could difcern no part of his face from the window; at laft I fpy'd his eyes, and methought he had made two holes in the ale-wives new petticoat, and peep'd through.

P. Henry. Hath not the boy profited?

Bard. Away, you whorfon upright rabbet, away. Page. Away you rafcally Althea's dream, away. P. Henry. Inftruct us, boy, what dream, boy? Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dream'd the was deliver'd of a firebrand, and therefore I call him her dream.

P. Henry. A crowns-worth of good interpretation 3, there it is, boy. [Gives him mony; Poins. O that this good bloffom could be kept from cankers: well, there is fix pence to preferve thee.

Bard. If you do not make him be bang'd among you, the gallows fhall be wrong'd,

P. Henry. And how doth thy miafter, Bardelph? Bard. Well, my good lord; he heard of your grace's coming to town. There's a letter for you.

P. Henry. Deliver'd with good respect; and how. doth the Martlemas, your mafter?

Bard. In bodily health, Sir.

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a phyfician; but that moves not him ; though that be sick, it dies

not.

a pernicious.

P. Henry.

P. Henry. I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog; and he holds his place: for look you how he writes.

Poins reads. John Falstaff, knight--every man must know that, as oft as he hath occafion to name himfelf: even like thofe that are kin to the King, for they never prick their finger but they fay there is fome of the King's blood Spilt. How comes that fays he that takes upon him not to conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrowed cap; I am the King's poor coufin, Sir.

P. Henry. Nay, they will be kin to us, but they will: fetch it from Japhet. But to the letter:- -Sir John Falftaff, knight, to the fon of the King, nearest his father,. Harry Prince of Wales, greeting

Poins. Why this is a certificate.

P. Henry. Peace.

I will imitate the honourable Romans in brevity.

Poins. Sure he means brevity in breath; fhort-winded. I commend me to thee, I commend thee and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins, for he mifufes thy favour 3 fo much, that he fwears thou art to marry his Sifter Nell. Repent at idle times as thou may'ft, and fo farewel. Thine, by yea and no: which is as much as to fay, as thou ufeft him, Jack Falstaff with my familiars: John with my brothers and fifters: and Sir John with all Europe.

My lord, I will fteep this letter in fack, and make him eat it.

P. Henry. That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you ufe me thus, Ned? must I marry your fifter?

Poins. May the wench have no worfe fortune. But I never faid fo.

P. Henry. Well, thus we play the fool with the time, and the fpirits of the wife fit in the clouds and mock us : your mafter here in London?

is

Bard. Yes, my lord.

P. Henry. Where fups he? doth the old Boar feed in the old † frank?

† frank, i. e. a Hog.fty..

Barda

Bard. At the old place, my lord, in Eaft-cheap.
P. Henry. What company?

Page. Ephefians, my lord, of the old church.
P. Henry. Sup any women with him?

Page. None, my lord, but old Mrs. Quickly, and Mrs. Dol Tearsheet.

T

P. Henry. What Pagan may that be?

Page. A proper gentlewoman, Sir, and a kinfwoman of my master's.

P. Henry. Even fuch kin, as the parish heifers are to the town Bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, atfupper?

my lord, I'll follow you.

come to town. There's

Poins. I am your fhadow, P. Henry. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your mafter that I am yet your filence.

for

Bard. I have no tongue, Sir.

Page. And for mine, Sir, I will govern it.
P. Henry. Fare ye well: go.

fhould be fome road..

This Dol Tear-fheet

Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way St. Albans and London.

between

P. Henry. How might we fee Falftaff beftow himself to-night in his true colours, and not our felves be feen ?^^ Poins. Put on two leather jerkins and aprons, and` wait upon him at his table, like drawers.

d

P. Henry. From a God to a Bull? a heavy defcenfion. It was Jove's cafe. From a Prince to a prentice, a low transformation; that shall be mine: for in every thing, the purpose muft weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI

Northumberland.

Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and Lady Percy,

North. I Prychee loving wife, and gemle daughter,

Give even way unto my rough affairs.

Put not you on the vifage of the times,
And be like them to Percy, troublesome.

L. North. I have giv'n over, I will speak no more: Do what you will: your wifdom be your guide.

North. Alas, fweet wife, my honour is at pawn,And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

L. Percy. Oh yet for heav'ns fake, go not to these

wars.

The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endear'd to it, than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart-dear Harry
Threw many a northward look, to fee his father
Bring up his pow'rs: but he did long in vain!.
Who then perfuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honours loft; yours and your fon's
For yours, may heav'nly glory brighten it!
For his, it ftuck upon him as the fun
In the grey vault of heav'n: and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass-
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait:

And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant :

For thofe that could speak low and tardily,

e

Would

The twenty two following lines, are of those added by Shakespear after his first edition.

Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To feem like him. So that in fpeech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,

In military rules, humours of blood,

He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him, wond'rous him!!
O miracle of men! him did you leave
To look upon the hideous God of war
In difadvantage, to abide a field

Where nothing but the found of Hot-fpur's name
Did feem defenfible: fo you left him.
Never, O never do his ghost the wrong,
To hold your honour more precife and nice
With others, than with him. Let them alone :
The Marshal and the Arch-bishop are strong.
Had my fweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I (hanging on Hot-fpur's neck):
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
North. Befhrew your heart,

Fair daughter, you do draw my fpirits from me,.
With new lamenting ancient over-fights.
But I must go and meet with danger there;
Or it will feek me in another place,
And find me worfe provided."

L. North. Fly to Scotland,

Till that the nobles and the armed commons
Have of their puiffance made a little tafte.

L. Percy. If they get ground and 'vantage of the
King,

Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
To make strength ftronger. But for all our loves,
Firft let them try themfelves. So did your
fon:
He was fo fuffer'd; fo came I a widow ::
And never fhall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and fprout as high as heav'n,'.
For recordation to my noble husband.

North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my

mind

As with the tide fwell'd up unto his height,

That