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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 Nicho. 1 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. (Within.] 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 (vut 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 asa 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? i Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak

masters, and great oneyers 3 ; such as can hold in; 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. 1 Car. The turkeys in my pannier are quite starved. she hold out water in wet weather?

Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? will - What, ostler! - A plague on thee! hast thou

Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear? An her.5 We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have '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 prythee lend me thine.

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

SCENE II. lantern, quoth a ?- marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

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

PETO, at some distance. 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have 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. (Ereunt Carriers.

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 himn 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 for. kind of auditor ; one that hath abundance of charge sworn his company hourly any time these two-and3 Name of his horse.

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

6 Measure.

| Cant term for a highwayman

2 Footpads. 8 A proverb, from the pick-purse being always ready.

3 Public accountants.

4 Booty. 9 Freeholder

5 Oiled, smoothed her over,

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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 l’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, I 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 Porxs. 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 mer. travellers.

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.

FalGo, 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, afier 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 : Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.

And lards the lean earth as he walks along: there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; 'tis going to the king's exchequer.

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

Enter Hotspur, reading a Letler. 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?

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 great 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, [Ereunt 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 ease our legs.

myself ? lord Edmụnd Mortimer, my lord of York, 7 Make a youngster of me.

8 Clowns.



and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are Directly to this questiou that I ask. they not, some of them, set forward already? | In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! you An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold Hot. Away, heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our pro- Away, you trifler ! - Love! - I love thee not, ceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk To play with mammets?, and to tilt with lips : with so honourable an action ! Hang him ! let him we must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, tell the king: We are prepared : I will set forward | And pass them current too.—My horse, my horse !to-night.

What say'st thou, Kate? what wouldst thou have Enter Lady Percy.

with me? How now, Kate? I must leave you within these

Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed ? two hours.

Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? I will not love myself. Do you not love me? For what offence have I, this fortnight, been

Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest or no. A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

And when I am o'horseback, I will swear Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?

I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate ; Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth;

I must not have you henceforth question me And start so often when thou sitt'st alone ?

Whither I go, nor reason whereabout: Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;

Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude, And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,

This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy?

I know you wise ; but yet no farther wise, In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd,

Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are'; And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars :

But yet a woman : and for secrecy, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;

No lady closer; for I well believe, Cry, Courage!

- to the field i And thou hast talk'd Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,

And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate ! Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets ;

Lady. How! so far? Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;

Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate ! Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,

Whither I go, thither shall you go too ; And all the 'currents of a heady fight.

To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,

Will this content you, Kate ? And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,


It must, of force. [Ereunt. That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream:

SCENE IV. - Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,

Head Tavern. Such as we see when men restrain their breath

Enter Prince Henry and Pains. On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are P. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee come out of that fat room, these?

and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

Poins. Where hast been, Hal ? And I must know it, else he loves me not.

P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst Hot. What, ho? is Gilliams with the packet gone? three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the Enter Servant.

very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the by their Christian names, as — Tom, Dick, and sheriff?

Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am Hot. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not ? | the king of courtesy ; and tell me flatly I am no Serv. It is, my lord.

proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a lad of mettle, a Hot.

That roan shall be my throne. good boy, so they call me; and when I am king of Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperance ! 9- England, I shall command all the good lads in Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

Eastcheap. — To conclude, I am so good a pro

(Erit Servant. ficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink Lady. But hear you, my lord.

with any tinker in his own language during my Hot.

What say'st, my lady? life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, Lady. What is it carries you away?

that thou wert not with me in this action. But, Hot.

My horse, sweet Ned, - - to sweeten which name of Ned, I My love, my horse.

give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even Lady

Out, you mad-headed ape ! now in my hand by an under-skinker 3; one that A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,

never spake other English in his life, than — Eight As you are toss'd with. In faith,

shillings and si.rpence, and — You are welcome ; with I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. this shrill addition, - Anon, anon, sir ! Score a pint I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

of bastard in the Half-moon, or so. But, Ned, to About his title ; and hath sent for you,

drive away the time till Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, To line' his enterprize: But if you go

do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my 9 Motto of the Percy family. I Strengthen

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puny drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have and do thou never leave calling — Francis, that his show'd themselves humours, since the old days of tale to me may be nothing but - anon. Step aside, goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present and I'll show thee a precedent.

twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter FRANCIS, Poins. Francis!

wilh wine.] What's o'clock, Francis ? P. Hen. Thou art perfect.

Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Poins. Francis !

(Erit Poins. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer Enler Francis.

words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! Fran. Anon, anon, sir, — Look down into the His industry is -- up stairs, and down stairs; his Pomegranate, Ralph.

eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.

of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that Fran. My lord.

kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ? breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to - Fye upon this quiet life! I want work. 0


suert Poins. [Wilhin.] Francis !

Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-llay? Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

Give my roan horse a drench, says he ; and answers, P. Hen. Five years ! by'r lady, a long lease for Some fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, a trifle. I the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be pr’ythee, call in Falstaff'; I'll play Percy, and he so valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture, shall play dame Mortimer his wife. Call in ribs, and to show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it? call in tallow.

Fran. O, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the books Entar Falstaff, GADSHILL, Bardolph, and Peto. in England, I could find it in my heart – Poins. [Within.] Francis !

Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been ? Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a venP. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?

geance too! marry, and amen! - Give me a cup Fran. Let me see,

About Michaelmas next I of sack, boy. Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew shall be

nether-stocks 5, and mend them, and foot them too. Poins. (Within.) Francis !

A plague of all cowards ! — Give me a cup of sack, Fran. Anon, sir.–Pray you, stay a little, my lord. rogue,

- Is there no virtue extant ? (He drinks. P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For the su

P. llen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish gar thou gavest me,— 'twas a pennyworth, was't not? of butter? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the Fran. O, sir! I would it had been two.

sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, then behold P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound:

that compound. ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too : Poins. [ Il'ithin.] Francis !

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainFran. Anon, anon.

ous man: Yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis: but to- with lime in it; a villainous coward.—Go thy ways, morrow, Francis ; or Francis, on Thursday; or,

old Jack ; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,

manhood, be not forgotten upon the face of the Fran. My lord ?

earth, then am I a shotten herring. There live not P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, three good men unhanged in England ; and one of crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, caddis-garter, them is fat, and grows old: Heaven help the while! smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,

a bad world, I say! I would, I were a weaver; I Fran. O sir, who do you mean?

could sing psalms or any thing: A plague of all P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard 4 is

cowards, I still. your

say only drink : for, look you, Francis, your white can

P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter you? vass doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of come to so much.

thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all Fran. What, sir ?

thy subjects afore thee like a fock of wild geese, Poins. [Within.] Francis !

l'll never wear hair on my face more. You prince P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear of Wales ! them call ?

P. Hen. Why, you round man! what's the matter? [Here they both call him ; the Drawer stands Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to that ; amazed, not knowing which way to go.

and Poins there?

Poins. Ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, I'll Enter Vintner.

stab thee. Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such

Fal. I call thee coward ! I'll see thee hang'd ere a calling ? Look to the guests within. (Erit Fran.] I call thee coward : but I would give a thousand My lord, old Sir John, with half a dozen more, are pound I could run as fast as thou canst.

You are at the door ; Shall I let them in ?

straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open sces your back: Call you that backing of your the door. (Eril Vintner.] Poins !

friends ? A plague upon such backing! give me Re-enter Poins.

them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack Poins. Anon, anon, sir.

- I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day. P. Hen. Sirrahı, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves P. Hen. O villain! thy lips are

scarce wiped are at the door; Shall we be merry ?

since thou drunk'st last. Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cowards, ye; What cunning match have you made with this still say I. jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue?

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Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us here | them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why have ta'en a thousand pound this morning.

thou knotty-pated fool. P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it?

Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is oot Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hundred the truth, the truth? upon poor four of us.

P. Hen. Why, how couldst thou know these men P. Hen. What, a hundred, man?

in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword not see thy hand ? come tell us your reason ; What with a dozen of them two hours together. I have sayest thou to this? 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. the doublet ; four through the hose; my buckler Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at cut through and through; my sword hacked like a the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since I not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on was a man; all would not do. A plague of all cow- compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackards ! - Let them speak: if they speak more or less berries, I would give no man a reason upon comthan truth, they are villains, and the sons of darkness. pulsion, I. P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it?

P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this Gads. We four set upon some dozen,

sanguine coward, this horse-back-breaker, this huge Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

hill of flesh; Gads. And bound them.

Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

dried neat's tongue, you stock-fish, - 0, for breath Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man of to utter what is like thee? — you tailor's yard, you them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

sheath, you bow-case ! Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to it fresh men set upon us,

again : and when thou hast tired thyself in base Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in comparisons, hear me speak but this. the other.

Poins. Mark, Jack. P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all ?

P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I bound them, and were masters of their wealth. fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of ra- Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. — dish: if there were not two or three and fifty upon Then did we two set on you four : and, with a poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged creature. word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it;

Poins. Pray heaven you have not murdered some yea, and can show it you here in the house : — and of them.

Falstaff, you ran away as nimbly, with as quick Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and peppered two of them : two, I am sure, I have roared, as ever I heard a bull-calf. What a slave paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done; and what, Hal,

if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, then say, it was in fight? What trick, what device, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward; what starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues thee from this open and apparent shame? in buckram let drive at me,

Porns. Come, let's hear, Jack ; What trick hast P. Hen. What, four? thou saidst but two, even now. thou now? Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.

Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.

made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters : Was it for Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly me to kill the heir apparent? Should I turn upon thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as all their seven points in my target, thus.

valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct; the lion P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, even now. will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great Fal. In buckram.

matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits.

the better of myself and thee, during my life. I Fal. Seven by these hilts, or I am a villain else. for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, P. Hen. Pr’ythee, let him alone; we shall have lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess,

clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal ?

Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles. P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. be merry ? shall we have a play extempore? These nine in buckram, that I told thee of,

P. Hen. Content; and the argument shall be P. Hen. So, two more already.

thy running away. Fal. Their points being broken,

Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me. Poins. Down fell their hose.

Enter Hostess. Fal. Began to give me ground: But I followed me close, came in foot and hand; and with a Host. My lord, the prince, thought, seven of the eleven I paid.

P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? what P. Hen. O monstrous! eleven buckram men sayst thou to me? grown out of two!

Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three mis- the court at door, would speak with you : he says, begotten knaves, in Kendal 6 green, came at my he comes from your father. back, and let drive at me; – for it was so dark,

P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand.

royal man, and send him back again to my mother. P. Hen. These lies are like the father that begets

Fal. What manner of man is he? 6 A town in Westmoreland famous for making cloth.

Host. An old man.

more anon.

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