lowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood royal, if thou dar'ft not ftand for ten fhillings.

P. Henry. Well then, once in my days I'll be a mad-cap Fal. Why, that's well faid.

P. Henry. Well, come what will, I'll carry at home. Fal. By the lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.

P. Henry. I care not.

Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the prince and me alone; I will lay him down fuch reafons for this adventure, that he fhall go.

Fal. Well, may'st thou have the fpirit of perfuafion, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou fpeakest may move, and what he hears may be believed, that the true prince may (for recreation fake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell: You fhall find me in Eaft-cheap.

P. Henry. Farewell, thou latter fpring! farewell 'Allhallown fummer! [Exit Falstaff.

Poins. Now, my good fweet honey lord, ride with us to-morrow; I have a jeft to execute, that I cannot manage alone. Falftaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gadfhill, fhall rob thofe men that we have already way-laid; yourself, and I, will not be there: and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my fhoulders. P. Henry. But how fhall we part with them in fetting forth?

Poins. Why, we will fet forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleafure to fail; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves which they fhall have no fooner achieved, but we'll fet upon them.

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ftand for ten fillings.]-a real, or royal. (pun.)

1 All-balloran jummer!}-old fellow with youthful follies.

P. Henry.

P. Henry. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves.

Poins. Tut! our horfes they fhall not fee, I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, after we leave them; and, firrah, I have cafes of buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.

P. Henry. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turn'd back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forfwear arms. The virtue of this jeft will be, the incomprehenfible lies that this fame fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at leaft, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and, in the reproof of this, lies the jeft.

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P. Henry. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things neceffary, and meet me to-morrow night in Eaft-cheap, there I'll fup. Farewell.

Poins. Farewell, my lord.

[Exit Poins.

P. Henry. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unvok'd humour of

your idlenefs : Yet herein will I imitate the fun ;.

Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To fmother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mifts
Of vapours, that did feem to ftrangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,

To sport would be as tedious as to work;

But, when they feldom come, they wifh'd-for come,

8 for the nonce,]-purpofe, occafion.

h reproof]-difproof, refutation.

i to-night.

And

And nothing pleafeth but rare accidents.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By fo much fhall I falfify men's hopes;
And, like bright metal on a fullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall fhew more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to fet it off.
I'll fo offend, to make offence a fkill;
Redeeming time, when men think least I will.

[Exit.

Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others.

K. Henry. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to ftir at these indignities,

And you have found me; for, accordingly,

You tread upon my patience: but, be sure,

I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Mighty, and to be fear'd, "than my condition;
Which hath been smooth as oil, foft as young down,
And therefore loft that title of respect,

Which the proud foul ne'er pays, but to the proud.
Wor. Our house, my fovereign liege, little deferves
The fcourge of greatness to be used on it;
And that fame greatnefs too which our own hands
Have holp to make fo portly.

* falfify men's hopes ;]-exceed their expectation.

be myjelf]-appear the king; affume my proper character, that of injured, refentful majefty.

than my condition;]-than remain under the influence of my natural mild difpofition.

North.

North. My lord,—

K. Henry. Worcester, get thee gone, for I do fee
Danger and difobedience in thine eye;

O, fir, your prefence is too bold and peremptory,
And majefty might never yet endure

"The moody frontier of a fervant brow.

You have good leave to leave us; when we need
Your ufe and counfel, we fhall fend for you.-

You were about to speak.

North. Yea, my good lord.

[Exit Worcester. [To Northumberland.

Thofe prifoners in your highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he fays, not with fuch strength deny'd
As is deliver'd to your majefty:

Either envy, therefore, or misprifion
Is guilty of this fault, and not my fon.
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But, I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,
Breathlefs and faint, leaning upon my fword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly drefs'd,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd,
Shew'd like a stubble land at harvest-home :
He was perfumed like a milliner;

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nofe, and took't away again;
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in fnuff:-and ftill he fmil'd, and talk'd;

The moody frontier]-threaten'd oppofition.

• at harvest-home :]-when it appears most smooth and even. A pouncet-box,]-A pierced box, for musk, or other perfumes. took it in fnuff:]-in anger, or difdain, indignantly.

"You'll marr the light by taking it in snuff."

LOVE'S LABOUR LOST, Vol. I. p. 596. Kath.

And,

And, as the foldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them-untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a flovenly unhandfome corfe
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

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With many holiday and lady terms

He queftion'd me; among the reft, demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.

I then, all fmarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pefter'd with a popinjay,

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Out of my grief and my impatience,

Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what;

He fhould, or he fhould not ;-for he made me mad, To fee him fhine fo brifk, and smell fo fweet,

And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of

guns, and drums, and wounds, ' (God fave the mark!) And telling me, the fovereign'ft thing on earth Was parmacity, for an inward bruise;

And that it was great pity, fo it was,
That villainous falt-petre fhould be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and, but for thefe vile guns,
He would himself have been a foldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I faid

And, I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accufation,

Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

Blunt. The circumftance confider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said,

boliday and lady terms]

he fpeaks holiday."

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 214. Hoft.

• a popinjay,]—a parrot.

(God fave the mark!)-The Scots, when they compare perfon to

perfon, ufe this exclamation.

"And I, fir, bless the mark."

OTHELLO, A&t I. S. 1. Iago.

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