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sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of SCENE III. Another Room in the Palace.
the time want countenance. Farewell : You shall
find me in Eastcheap.

Enter King HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER,
P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell

HOTSPUR, Sir Walter BLUNT, and others. All-hallown summer! 6

[Eri! FALSTAFF. K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temPoins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with

perate, us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I can- Unapt to stir at these indignities, not manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and And you have found me; for, accordingly, Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have already You tread upon my patience ; but, be sure, waylaid; yourself, and I, will not be there: and I will from henceforth rather be myself, when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my conditions ; them, cut this head from my shoulders.

Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in And therefore lost that title of respect, setting forth.

Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud. Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little dethem, and appoint them a place of meeting, where

serves, in it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they The scourge of greatness to be us’d on it; adventure upon the exploit themselves; which they And that same greatness to which our own hands shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon Have holp to make so portly. them.

North. My lord, P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know us, K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see danger by our horses, by our habits, and by every other And disobedience in thine eye; 0, sir, appointment, to be ourselves.

Your presence is too bold and peremptory Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie And majesty might never yet endure them in the wood; our visors we will change, after The moody frontier of a servant brow, we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of buck. You have good leave to leave us; when we need ram for the nonce 7, to immask our noted outward Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. garments.

[Exit WORCESTER. P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for You were about to speak.

[T. NORTH. North.

Yea, my good lord. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll | Were, as he says, not with such strength denied forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the As is deliver'd to your majesty : incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will Either envy, therefore, or misprision, tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, I's guilty of this fault, and not my son. he fought with ; what wards, what blows, what ex- Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. tremities he endur'd; and, in the reproof of this, But, I remember, when the fight was done, lies the jest.

When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,
P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dressid,
Eastcheap; there I'll sup. Farewell.

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd,
Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Erit Poins. Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold He was perfumed like a milliner;
The unyok'd humour of your idleness :

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
Yet herein will I imitate the sun;

A pouncet-box !, which ever and anon
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds He gave his nose, and took't away again ; -
To smother up his beauty from the world,

Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
That, when he please again to be himself,

Took it in snuff : and still he smil'd and talk'd;
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists He call'd them - untaught knaves, unmannerly,
Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.

To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
If all the year were playing holidays,

Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
To sport would be as tedious as to work ;

With many holiday and lady terms
But, when they seldom come, they wish’d-for come. He question’d me; among the rest demanded
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents,

My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, And pay the debt I never promised,

To be so pester'd with a popinjay, By how much better than my word I am,

Out of my grief and my impatience,
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ;

Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what;
And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, He should, or he should not;– for he made me mad,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,

To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;

mark!) Redeeming time, when men think least I will. And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on carth

(Exit. Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ;

And that it was great pity, so it was, & Fine weather at All-hallown.tide, (i, e. AllSaints, Nov. 1st,) is called an Al.hallown summer. 1 Occasion,

8 Disposition.

9 A small box for musk or other perfumes

That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd

Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

I will not send them : – I will after straight, Which many a good tall I fellow had destroy'd And tell him so: for I will ease my heart, So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, Although it be with hazard of my head. He would himself have been a soldier.

North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,

awhile; I answer'd indirectly, as I said;

Here comes your uncle.
And, I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation,

Re-enter WORCESTER.
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

Hot.

Speak of Mortimer? Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Yes, I will speak of him ; and let my soul Whatever Harry Percy then had said,

Want mercy, if I do not join with him : To such a person, and in such a place,

Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, At such a time, with all the rest re-told,

And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, May reasonably die, and never rise

But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer To do him wrong, or any way impeach

As high i' the air as this unthankful king, What then he said, so he unsay it now.

As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew But with proviso, and exception,

mad.

[T. WORCESTER. That we, at our own charge, shall ransome straight Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer ;

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners ; Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd

And when I urg'd the ransome once again The lives of those that he did lead to fight

Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; Against the great magician, vile Glendower ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then

Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd, Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?

By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ? Shall we buy treason ? and indent ? with fears, North. He was; I heard the proclamation : When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? And then it was, when the unhappy king No, on the barren mountains let him starve; (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth For I shall never hold that man my friend, Upon his Irish expedition; Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost From whence he, intercepted, did return To ransome home revolted Mortimer.

To be depos'd, and shortly, murdered. Hot. Revolted Mortimer!

Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

mouth But by the chance of war : To prove that true, Live scandaliz’d, and foully spoken of. Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Hot. But, soft, I pray you ; Did king Richard Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took,

then When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,

Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer In single opposition, hand to hand,

Heir to the crown ? He did confound the best part of an hour

North.

He did; myself did hear it. In changing hardiment with great Glendower: Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin Three times they breath'd, and three times did they

king, drink,

That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd. Upon agreement, 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 crisps head in the hollow bank Of murd'rous subornation, — shall it be, Blood-stained with these valiant 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

0, 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 him, Percy, thou dost Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, 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 dowu Richard, that sweet lovely rose, Art not ashamed ? But, sirrah, henceforth

And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke ? Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :

And shall it in more shame, be further spoken, Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, 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 Northumberland, No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem We license your departure with your son :

Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Into the good thoughts of the world again :

(Exeunt King HENRY, Blunt, and Train. Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt, 1 Brave. ? Sign an indenture.

Of this proud king; who studies day and night, 3 Curled.

To answer all the debt he owes to you,

Wor.

Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. 'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept; Therefore, I say,

His uncle York; — where I first bow'd my knee Wor.

Peace, cousin, say no more: Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, And now I will unclasp a secret book,

When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. And to your quick-conceiving discontents

North. At Berkley castle. I'll read you matter deep and dangerous ;

Hot.

You say true : As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,

Why, what a candy deal of courtesy As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,

This fawning greyhound then did proffer me ! On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Look, — when his infant fortune came to age, Hot. If he fall in, good night :

:-or sink or swim: And, - gentle Harry Percy, — and, kind cousin, Send danger from the east unto the west,

The devil take such cozeners! - Heaven forgive So honour cross it from the north to south,

me !
And let them grapple ; – 0! the blood more stirs, Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again ;
North. Imagination of some great exploit We'll stay your leisure.
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

Hot.

I have done, i'faith. Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Deliver them up without their ransome straight, Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

And make the Douglas' son your only mean Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, For powers in Scotland ; which,- for divers reasons, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; Which I shall send you written, - be assur'd, So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Will easily be granted. — You my lord, Without corrival, all her dignities :

[To NORTHUMBERLAND. But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, — Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Shall secretly into the bosom creep But not the form of what he should attend. - Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd Good cousin, give me audience for a while. The archbishop. Hot. I cry you mercy.

Hot. Of York, is't not ? Those same noble Scots, Wor. True; who bears hard That are your prisoners,

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. Hot.

I'll keep them all ; I speak not this in estimation,
By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them : As what I think might be, but what I know
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: Is ruminated, plotted, and set down;
1'll keep them, by this hand.

And only stays but to behold the face
Wor.

You start away,

Of that occasion that shall bring it on. And lend no ear unto my purposes.

Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. These prisoners you shall keep.

North. Before the game's afoot, thou still let'st slip. Hot.

Nay, I will; that's flat : Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot:He said, he would not ransome Mortimer ; And then the power of Scotland, and of York, Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;

To join with Mortimer, ha ? But I will find him when he lies asleep,

Wor.

And so they shall. And in his ear I'll holla - Mortimer!

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Nay,

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 4 : Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,

For, bear ourselves as even as we can, To keep his anger still in motion.

The king will always think him in our debt; Wor.

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-buckler prince of Wales, Hot. He does, he does : we'll be reveng'd on him. But that I think his father loves him not,

Wor. Cousin, farewell: – No further go in this, And would be glad he met with some mischance, 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 once, North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fuol (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 scourg'd North. Farewell, good brother : we shall thrive, I with rods,

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

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

[Exeunt A plague upon't ! - it is in Glostershire ;

* A body of forces

Hear you,

ACT II.

cross.

SCENE I. Rochester. An Inn Yard. too, heaven knows what. They are up aiready, and Enter a Carrier, with a Lantern in his hand.

call for eggs and butter : They will away presently.

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicho1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, las' clerks', I'll give thee this neck. I'll be hanged : Charles' wain is over the new chim- Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr’ythee keep that ney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler! for the hangman; for I know thou worship’st saint Ost. (Wilhin.] Anon, anon.

Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may. 1 Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cut's 5 saddle, put Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I the withers out of all cess.

hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou knowest, Enter another Carrier.

he's no starveling. Tut: there are other Trojans

that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport sake, 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog, and are content to do the profession some grace; that that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this would, if matters should be looked into, for their house is turned upside down, since Robin ostler died. own credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with

1 Car. Poor fellow ! never joyed since the price of no foot land-rakers?, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers ; oats rose; it was the death of him. 2 Car. I think this be the most villainous house in worms; but with nobility, and tranquillity ; burgo

none of these mad, mustachio, purple-hued maltall London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench ' masters, and great oneyers S; such as can hold in;

1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak a king in Christendom could be better bit than I sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray: have been since the first cock. 2 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, saint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to

And yet I lie; for they pray continually to their come away. I have a gammon of bacon, and two her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing- her, and make her their boots. +

Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? will 1 Car. The turkeys in my pannier are quite starved. she hold out water in wet weather?

What, ostler ! - A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear? An her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have

Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. of thee, I am a very villain. - Come, and be hanged:

Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think you are more Hast no faith in thee?

beholden to the night than to fern-seed, for your Enter GADSHILL.

walking invisible. Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a share 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.

in our purchase, as I am a true man. Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it as you are a gelding in the stable.

false thief. 1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all two of that.

Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the Gads. I priythee lend me thine.

stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. (Ereunt. 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell? — Lend me thy

SCENE II. — The Road by Gadshill. lantern, quoth a ?- marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to Enter Prince Henry and Poins; BARDOLPH and come to London ?

Pero, at some distance. 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I liave removed I warrant thee. — Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. call up the gentlemen; they will along with com- P. Hen. Stand close. pany, for they have great charge. (Exeunt Carriers.

Enter FALSTAFF.
Gads. What, ho! chamberlain !
Cham. [Within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse. 8

Fal. Poins ! Poins! and be hanged ! Poins ! Gads. That's even as fair as — at hand, quoth the

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidney'd rascal ; what a chamberlain : for thou variest no more from picking brawling dost thou keep!

Fal. Where's Poins, Hal ? of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill ; I'll go seek him.

(Pretends to seek Poins. Enter Chamberlain.

Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I current, that I told you yesternight: There's a know not where. If I travel but four foot by the franklin 9 in the wild of Kent, hath brought three squire 6 further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell i doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I it to one of his company, last night at supper ; a 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forkind of auditor ; one that hath abundance of charge sworn his company hourly any time these two-andName of his horse.

twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the 7 Spotted like a tench.

6 Measure.

1 Cant term for a highwayman. 2 Footpads. 8 A proverb, from the pick-purse being always ready. 3 Public accountants.

• Booty. 9 Freeholder

5 Oiled, smoothed her over,

6 Square, rule 7 Make a youngster of me.

men.

rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me Thieves. Stand. medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it Trav. Heaven bless us ! could not be else ; I have drunk medicines. — Poins! Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' - Hal!- a plague upon you both!-Bardolph!- throats: Ah! caterpillars ! bacon-fed knaves ! they Peto! — I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An hate us youth: down with them; fleece them. 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man, 1 Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that for ever. ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven Fal. Hang ye, knaves; Are ye undone ? No, ye ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me; fat chuffs 8; I would, your store were here! On, and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough: bacons, on! What, ye knaves ? young men must A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one live ; You are grand-jurors are ye? We'll jure ye, another! (They whistle.) Whew! - A plague upon i'faith. (Exeunt Fals. fc. driving the Travellers out. you all! Give me my horse, you rogues ; give me

Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins. my horse, and be hanged.

P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: P. Hen. Peace, lie down ; lay thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of Now, could thou and I rob the thieves, and go mertravellers.

rily to London, it would be argument for a week, Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. being down? I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot

Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.

Re-enter Thieves. What a plague mean ye to colt 7 me thus?

Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art to horse before day. An the prince and Poins be uncolted.

not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring : Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my there's

no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild horse : good king's son.

duck. P. Hen. Out, you rogue ! shall I be your ostler! P. Hen. Your money. (Rushing out upon them.

Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent Puins. Villains. garters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. An I have

[As they are sharing, the Prince and Poiss not ballads made on you all, let a cup of sack be my

set upon them. Falstaff, after a blow or poison : When a jest is so forward, and afoot too

two, and the rest, run away, leaving their I hate it.

booty behind them. Enter GADSHILL.

P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to Gads. Stand.

horse : Fal. So I do, against my will.

The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear Poins. 0, 'tis our setter : I know his voice.

So strongly, that they dare not meet each other ; Enter BARDOLPH.

Each takes his fellow for an officer. Bard. What news?

Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, Gads. Case ye, case ye: on with your visors: And lards the lean earth as he walks along there's money of the king's coming down the hill ;

Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. 'tis going to the king's exchequer.

Poins. How the rogue roarid ! (Exeunt Fal. You lie, you rogue ; 'tis going to the king's SCENE III.- Warkworth. A Room in the Castle Gads. There's enough to make us all

Enter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter. Fal. To be hanged.

But, for mine own parl, my lord, I could P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the nar-be well contented to be there, in respect of the love 1 row lane; Ned Poins, and I will walk lower: if they bear your house. He could be contented, - Why 'scape from your encounter, then they light on us. is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our Peto. How many be there of them ?

house - he shows in this, he loves his own barn Gads. Some eight, or ten.

better than he loves our house. Let me see some Fal. Will they not rob us?

more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous; P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? Why, that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a cold,

Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord fool, out grandfather ; but yet no coward, Hal.

of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. The purpose you undertake is dangerous ; the friends

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the you have named, uncertain ; the time itself unsorted; hedge; when thou needest him, there thou shalt find and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of him. Farewell, and stand fast.

so greal an opposition. Say you so, say you so ? I Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hanged.

hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?

Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our Poins. Here, hard by ; stand close.

friends true and constant : a good plot, good friends, [Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. and full of expectation : an excellent plot, very good Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? say I; every man to his business.

Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the Enter Travellers.

general course of the action. By this hand, an I 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot awhile, and lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and

myself ? lord Edmụnd Mortimer, my lord of York, ease our legs.

tavern.

& Clowns.

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