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Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at mid- ther's beard is turned white with the news; you night ? — Shall I give him his answer.

may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel.P. Hen. Pr’ythee, do, Jack.

But tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? thou Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. (Exit. being heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out P. Hen. Now, sirs ; by’r lady, you fought fair; three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, - so did you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph : you are that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art Jions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill touch the true prince; no, —

-fe! Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy

P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, how came Fal- instinct. staff's sword so hacked ?

Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and when thou comest to thy father: if thou love me, said, he would swear truth out of England, but he practise an answer. would make you believe it was done in fight; and P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and expersuaded us to do the like.

amine me upon the particulars of my life. Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear- Fal. Shall I ? content: This chair shall be grass to make them bleed: and then to beslubber my state, this dagger my scepter, and this cushion our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood | my crown. of true men.

I did that I did not this seven year P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious

P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown. eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the man- Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite ont ner 7, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore : 1 of thee, now shalt thou be moved.

- Give me a cup Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be ran'st away; What instinct hast thou for it? thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion,

Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do and I will do it in king Cambyses's vein. you behold these exhalations?

P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. 4 P. Hen. I do.

Fal. And hereis my speech:

Stand aside, nobility. Bard. What think you they portend ?

Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses. 8

Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

are vain. P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.

Host. O, the father, how he holds his countenance!

Fal. For heaven's sake, lords, convey my tristful Re-enter FALSTAFF.

queen, Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. now, my sweet creature of bombast? 9 How long

Host. O rare! he doth it as like one of these haris't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?

lotry players, as I ever see. Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickleyears, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist ; brain. 5 — Harry, I do not only marvel where thou I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring : spendest thy time, but also how thou art accomA plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up panied : for though the camomile, the more it is like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad : trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more here was sir John Bracy from your father; you it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my must to the court in the morning. That same mad

son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, gave Amaimon the bastinado, — What, a plague, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth call you him?

warrant me. If then thou be son to me, here lies Poins. 0, Glendower.

the point; — Why, being son to me, art thou so Fal. Owen, Owen; the same; - and his son-in-pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and that a micher 6, and eat blackberries? a question not to sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o'horse- be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief, back up a hill perpendicular.

and take purses? a question to be asked. There P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

and it is known to many in our land by the name Fal. You have hit it.

of pitch : this pitch, as ancient writers do report, P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow.

doth defile ; so doth the company thou keep'st : Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him ; for, Harry, now, I do not speak to thee in drink, he will not run.

but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; not P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to in words only, but in woes also : And yet there praise him so for cunning ?

is a virtuous

man, whom I have often noted in thy Fal. O’horseback, ye cuckoo? but afoot, he will company, but I know not his name. not budge a foot.

P. Hen What manner of man, an it like your P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

majesty ? Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there

Fal. A good portly man, and a corpulent; of too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps ?

a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy fa-carriage; and, as think, his age some fifty, or, 7 In the fact.

8 Drunkenness and poverty. by'r-lady, inclining to threescore ; and now I re9 Bomba:t is the stuffing of clothes,

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member me, his name is Falstaff': if that man | A damon; who is described as one of the four kings, who

3 A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570. 2 Sciksu.en in blue bonnets.

5 Name of a strong liquor, 6 A truant boy.

rule over all the demons in the world.

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should be wantonly given, he deceiveth me; for, | door : they are come to search the house ? Shall I Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree let them in ? may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that piece of gold, a counterfeit : thou art essentially Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell mad, without seeming so. me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without thou been this month?

instinct. P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king : Do thou Fal. I deny your major : if you will deny the stand for me, and I'll play my father.

sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so cart as well as another inan, a plague on my bring. majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up ing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a by the heels for a rabbet-sucker, or a poulter’s hare. halter, as another. P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras; the Fal. And here I stand : – judge, my masters. rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you? face, and good conscience. Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

Fal. Both which I have had : but their date is P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. out, and therefore I'll hide me. Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false : — nay, I'll

[Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

P. Hen. Call in the Sheriff. P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried

Enter Sheriff and Carrier. away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in Now, master sheriff'; what's your will with me? the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry companion. Why dost thou converse with that Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. trunk of humours, that huge bombard 7 of sack, P. Hen. What men ? that roasted Manningtree 8 ox, that reverend vice, Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in A


fat man. years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and Car.

As fat as butter. drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft ? | For I myself at this time have employ'd him. wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, but in all things ? wherein worthy, but in nothing? That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

Fal. I would, your grace would take me with Send him to answer thee, or any man, you; whom means your grace ?

For any thing he shall be charg'd withal : P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of And so let me entreat you leave the house. youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.

Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen Fal. My lord, the man I know.

Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these men, Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. in myself, were to say more than I know. That he Sher. Good night, my noble lord. is old, (the more the pity,) his white hairs do wit- P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; Is it not ? ness it: but that he is villainous, that I utterly Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the

[Ereunt Sheriff and Carrier. wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as many an old host that I know, is lost: if to be fat Paul's. Go, call him forth. be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be Poins. Falstaff! fast asleep behind the arras, loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish and snorting like a horse. Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Fal- P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : staff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as thou found ? he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. company; banish plump Jack, and banish all the P. Hen. Let's see what they be : read them. world.

Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d. P. Hen. I do, I will. [A knocking heard. Item, Sauce, 4d. (Ereunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.

Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. Re-enter BARDOLPH, running.

Item, Bread, a half-Fenny. Bard. O, my lord, my lord ; the sheriff, with a P. Hen. O monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth most monstrous watch, is at the door.

bre to this intolerable dea of sack! - What Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play : I have there is else, keep close ; we'll read it at more much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

advantage : there let him sleep till day. I'll to the

court in the morning : we must all to the wars, and Re-enter Hostess, hastily.

thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this Host. O, my lord, my lord !

fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death Fal. Heigh! heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddle- will be a march of twelve-score.

The money stick: What's the matter?

shall be paid back again with advantage. Be Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the with me betimes in the morning; and so good


Poins. i A leather black-jack to hold beer.

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. 8 In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole.

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SCENE I. - Bangor. A Room in the Archdea- Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man : con's House.

But will they come, when you do call for them ? Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and

Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command

The devil.

llot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure,

devil, And our induction full of prosperous hope. By telling truth; Tell truth, and share the devil.

Hot. Lord Mortimer-and cousin Glendower - If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, Will you sit down?

And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. And, uncle Worcester : A plague upon it!

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. I have forgot the map.

Mort. Come, come,
No, here it is.

No more of this unprofitable chat.
Sit, cousin Percy ; sit, good cousin Hotspur : Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke
For by that name as oft as Lancaster

made head Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with Against my power : thrice from the banks of Wye, A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. Owen Glendower spoke of.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity

How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide Of burning cressets 8: and at my birth,

our right, The frame and huge foundation of the earth

According to our three-fold order ta'en ? Shak'd like a coward.

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it Hot.

Why, so it would have done into three limits, very equally: At the same season, if your mother's cat had

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.

By south and east, is to my part assign’d: Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.

All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, And all the fertile land within that bound, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.

To Owen Glendower : — and, dear coz, to you Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.

did tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens Which being sealed interchangeably,

And our indentures tripartite are drawn: on fire,

(A business that this night may execute,) And not in fear of your nativity.

To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth

To meet your father, and the Scottish power, Is with a kind of colick pinch'd and vex’d

As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury. By the imprisoning of unruly wind

My father Glendower is not ready yet, Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days: Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples 9 down

Within that space, [T, GLEND.] you may have Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,

drawn together Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,

Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. In passion shook.

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Glend. Cousin, of many men

lords, I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave

And in my conduct shall your ladies come: To tell you once again, that at my birth,

From whom you now must steal, and take no leave; The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;

For there will be a world of water shed, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds

Upon the parting of your wives and you. Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.

Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;

here, And all the courses of my life do show,

In quantity equals not one of yours :
I am not in the roll of common men.

See, how this river comes me cranking in,
Where is he living, clippu in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,- | A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle ! out.

And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?

I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; And bring him out, that is but woman's son,

And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,

In a new channel, fair and evenly: And hold me pace in deep experiments.

It shall not wind with such a deep indent, Hot. I think there is no man speaks better To rob me of so rich a bottom here. Welsh : Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you see,

it I will to dinner.

doth. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him

Mort. Yea, mad.

But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

With like advantage on the other side ; ? Lights set cross-ways upon beacons, and also upon poles, which were used in processions, &c.

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with you,

Robbing the opposed continent as much,

Might so have tempted him as you have done, As on the other side it takes from you.

Without the taste of danger and reproof; Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. here,

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; And on this north side win this cape of land; And since your coming hither have done enough And then he runs straight and even.

To put him quite beside his patience, Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault : Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, Hot.

Will not you ? (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Glend. No, nor you shall not.

Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Hot.

Who shall say me nay? Defect of manners, want of government, Glend: Why that will I.

Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain : Hot.

Let me not understand you then, The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Speak it in Welsh.

Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; Upon the beauty of all parts besides, For I was train’d up in the English court : Beguiling them of commendation. Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Many an English ditty, lovely well,

speed! And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;

Ilere come our wives, and let us take our leave. A virtue that was never seen in you. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart :

Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. I had rather be a kitten, and cry - mew,

Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. I had rather hear a brazen canstick ? turn'd,

Glend. My daughter weeps ; she will not part Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my "Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

aunt Percy, Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. Shall follow in your conduct speedily. Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land

(GLENDOWER speaks to his daughter in Welsh, To any well-deserving friend;

and she answers him in the same. But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-willd I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

harlotry, Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? One no persuasion can do good upon. Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by

[LADY M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. night:

Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh I'll haste the writer, and, withal,

Which thou pourest down from these swelling Break 3 with your wives of your departure hence :

heavens, I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,

I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Erit. In such a parley would I answer thee. Mort. Fye, cousin Percy! how you cross my

[LADY MORTIMER speaks father!

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, Hoi. I cannot choose : sometimes he angers me, And that's a feeling disputation : With telling me of the moldwarp + and the ant, But I will never be a truant, love, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies; Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue And of a dragon and a finless fish,

Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, A clip-wing'd griftin, and a moulten raven, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

With ravishing division, to her lute. 5 And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, –

(LADY MORTIMER speaks again. He held me, but last night, at least nine hours, Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this. In reckoning up the several devils' names,

Glend. She bids you That were his lacqueys: I cried, humph, — and well, Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, go to,

And rest your gentle head upon her lap, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, As is a tired horse, a railing wife ;

And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, Worse than a smoky house : I had rather live

Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, As is the difference betwixt day and night, In any summer-house in Christendom.

The hour before the heavenly harness'd team Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; Begins his golden progress in the east. Exceedingly well read, and profited

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her In strange concealments ; valiant as a lion,

sing: And wondrous affable: and as bountiful

By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? Glend. Do so; He holds your temper in a bigh respect,

And those musicians that shall play to you, And curbs himself even of his natural scope, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; When you do cross his humour; faith, he does:

Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. I warrant you, that man is not alive, 2 Candlestick. 3 Break the matter.

? A compliment to queen Elizabeth.

4 Mole.




re will.

GLENDOWER speaks some Welsh words, and then the , Which oft the car of greatness needs must hear, Musick pluys.

By smiling pick-thanks 9 and base newsmongers, Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh; I may, for some things true, wherein my youth And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous,

Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, By’r lady, he's a good musician.

Find pardon on my true submission Lady P. Then should you be nothing but mu- K. Hen. God pardon thee ! — yet let me wonder, sical; for you are altogether governed by humours.

Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. At thy affections, which do hold a wing

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach , howl Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. in Irish.

Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Which by thy younger brother is supplied ; Hot. No.

And art almost an alien to the hearts Lady P. Then be still.

Of all the court and princes of my blood : Hot. Peace! she sings.

The hope and expectation of thy time

Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man
A Welsh SONG, sung by Lady MortimER. Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Had I so lavish of my presence been,
Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.

So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear So stale and cheap to vulgar company;
Like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
And, As true as I live; and, As sure as day : Had still kept loyal to possession ;
And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, And left me in reputeless banishment,
As if thou never walk’dst further than Finsbury.7 A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
A good mouth-filling oath ; and leave in sooth, But, like a comet, I was wondered at :
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,

That men would tell their children, This is he : To velvet guards 8, and Sunday citizens.

Others would say, Where? which is Bolingbroke? Come, sing.

And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, Lady P. I will not sing.

And dress'd myself in such humility, Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red- That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, away within these two hours; and so come in when Even in the presence of the crowned king.

[Erit. Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as My presence, like a robe pontifical, slow,

Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go

Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast;
By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
To horse immediately.

The skipping king, he ambled up and down
With all my heart. (Ereunt. With shallow jesters, and rash bavin' wits,

Soon kindled, and soon burn'd: carded his state SCENE II. - London. A Room in the Palace. Mingled his royalty with capering fools;

Had his great name profaned with their scorns ; Enter King HENRY, PRINCE OF Wales, and Lords. And gave his countenance, against his name, K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Wales, and I,

Of every beardless vain comparative : Must have some conference: But be near at hand, Grew a companion to the common streets, For we shall presently have need of you.

Enfeoff’d himself to popularity :

[Exeunt Lords. That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, I know not whether heaven will have it so,

They surfeited with honey; and began For some displeasing service I have done,

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little That in his secret doom out of my blood

More than a little is by much too much. He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;

So, when he had occasion to be seen, But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,

As, sick and blunted with community, To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,

Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,

Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, When it shines seldom in admiring eyes :
Such barren pleasures, rude society,

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eyelids down, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

As cloudy men use to their adversaries; And hold their level with thy princely heart ? Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou : Quit all offences with such clear excuse,

For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

With vile participation ; not an eye Myself of many I am charg'd withal :

But is a-weary of thy common sight, Yet such extenuation let me beg,

Save mine, which hath desir’d to see thee more; As, in reproof of many tales devis’d,

Which now doth that I would not have it do, 6 Hound

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

7 In Moorfields. # Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys.

9 Officious parasites.

I Brushwood.

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