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blow or two runs away too, leaving the booty behind them.]

P. Henry. Got with much ease. Now merrily to
horfe :

The thieves are scatter'd, and possest with fear
So ftrongly, that they dare not meet each other;
Each takes his fellow for an officer.

Away, good Ned. Now Falstaff fweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
Were't not for laughing, I fhould pity him.
Peins. How the rogue roar'd!

BUT

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UT for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your House. He could be contented to be there; why is he not then? in refpect of the love he bears our Houfe! he fhews in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our Houfe. Let me fee some more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous. Why, that's certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to fleep, to drink: but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, fafety. The purpose you undertake is dangeTous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time it Self unforted, and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoize of fo great an oppofition. Say you fo, fay you fo? I fay unto you again, you are a fhallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? By the lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and conftant; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frofty-fpirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general

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general courfe of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rafcal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and my felf, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not befides, the Dowglas? have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are there not fome of them fet forward already? What a Pagan rafcal is this? an infidel. Ha! you fhall fee now, in very fincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my felf, and go to buffets, for moving fuch a difh of fkimm'd milk with fo honourable an action. Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared, I will fet forward to night.

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How now, Kate! I muft leave you within thefe two hours.

Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence have I this fortnight been

A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
Tell me, fweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
Thy ftomach, pleasure, and thy golden fleep
Why dost thou bend thy eyes upon the earth,
And ftart fo often, when thou fitt'ft alone?
Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
And given my treasures and my rights of thee,
To thick ey'd mufing, and curs'd melancholy?
In thy faint flumbers I by thee have watcht,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars,
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry, courage! to the field! and thou haft talk'd
Of fallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,

Of

Of palifadoes, frontiers', parapets;
Of bafilifks, of cannon, culverin,
Of prisoner's ranfom, and of foldiers flain,
And all the current of a heady fight.
Thy fpirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus hath fo beftir'd thee in thy fleep,
That beads of fweat have ftood upon thy brow,
Like bubbles in a late difturbed ftream;

And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
Such as we fee when men restrain their breath

On fome great fudden hafte. O, what portents are these?

Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

And I must know it; elfe he loves me not.

Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone?

Enter Servant.

Serv. He is, my lord, an hour agone.

Hot. Hath Butler brought thofe horfes from the Sheriff?

Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought ev'n now. Hot. What horfe? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? Serv. It is, my lord.

Hot. That roan fhall be my Throne.

Well, I will back him ftrait. O Esperance!
Bid Butler lead him forth into the Park.
Lady. But hear you, my Lord.

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Hot. What fay't thou, my Lady?
Lady. What is it carries you away
Hot. Why, my horfe, my love, my horse.
Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape!

For frontiers Sir Thomas Hanmer, and after him Dr. Warburten, read very plaufibly for tins.

And thus hath fo beftir'd-] Perhaps, And thought bath fo diturb'd.

A weazle

3 Out, you mad headed ape!] This and the following speech of the lady are in the early editions printed as profe; those editions are indeed in fuch cafes of no great authority, but perL 3

haps

A weazle hath not fuch a deal of fpleen
As you are toft with.

In faith, I'll know your bufinefs, that I will:
I fear, my brother Mortimer doth ftir
About his Title, and hath fent for you
To line his enterprize: but if you go--
Hot. So far afoot, I fhall be weary, love.
Lady. Come, come, you Paraquito, answer me
Directly to this queftion, I fhall afk.

I'll break thy little Finger, Harry,

An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

Hot. Away, away, you trifler :-love! I love thee
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not,

I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world
To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips.
We must have bloody nofes, and crack'd crowns,
And pats them current too-gods me! my horfe.
What fay'ft thou, Kate? what wouldst thou have with
me?

Lady. Do ye not love me? do you not, indeed?
Well, do not then. For, fince you love me not,
I will not love my felf. Do you not love me?
Nay, tell me, if you fpeak in jeft, or no?
Hot. Come, wilt thou fee me ride?
And when I am o'horfe-back, I will fwear,
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate,
I must not have you henceforth question me,
Whither I go; nor reafon, where about;
Whither I muft, I muft; and, to conclude,
This evening muft I leave thee, gentle Kate.
I know you wife; but yet no further wife
Than Harry Percy's wife. Conftant you are,,

haps they were right in this place, for fome words have been left out to make the metre.

4 Hot. Away, away, you trifier: love! I love thee nut,] This I think would be better

thus,

Hot. Away, you trifier.
Lady. Love!

Hot. I love thee not.
This is no time, go.

5-mammets,] Puppets.

But

But yet a woman; and for fecrefie,

No lady clofer, for I well believe,

Thou wilt not utter what thou doft not know;
And fo far will I truft thee, gentle Kate.

Lady. How! fo far?

Fot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate, Whither I go, thither fhall you go too;

To day will I fet forth, to morrow you,

Will this content you, Kate?

Lady. It must of force.

SCENE

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VII.

Changes to the Boar's-Head Tavern in Eaft-cheap.

P. Henry.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

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ED, pr'ythee come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Poins. Where haft been, Hal?

P. Henry. With three or four loggerheads, among three or fourfcore hogfheads. I have founded the very bafe ftring of humility. Sirrah, I am fworn brother to a leafh of drawers, and can call them all by their Chriftian names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their confcience, that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King of courtefie; telling me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff, but a Cerinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy: (by the Lord, fo they call me;) and when I am King of England, I fhall command all the good lads in Eaft-cheap. They call drinking deep, dying fcarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they cry, hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am fo good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with. any tinker in his own language during my life. I tell

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6- Carinthian,] A wencher.

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t'ee,

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