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blow or two runs away too, leaving the booty
Enter Hot-spur folus, reading a letter.
contented to be ihere, in respeet of the love I bear your House. He could be contented to be there ; why is he not then ? in respext of the love he bears our House! he shews in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our House. Let me see some more. The purpose Jou undertake is dangerous. Why, that's certain : 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The p!!rpose you undertake is dangeTous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time it Jelf unforted, and your whole p'ct to light, for the counterpoize of so great an opposition. Say you so, say you fo? I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
lie. What a lack-brain is this? By the lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant ; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation ; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the L 2
general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and my self, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower ? Is there not besides, the Dewglas ? have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are there not some of them set forward already? What a Pagan rascal is this ? an infidel. Ha! you shall fee now, in very sincerity 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 such a dish of fimm’d milk with so honourable an action. Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared, I will fet forward to night.
Enter Lady Percy. How now, Kate! I must leave you within these 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, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thy eyes upon the earth, And start so often, when thou fitt'It alone ? Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in thy cheeks, And given my treasures and my rights of thee, To thick ey'd musing, and curs’d melancholy? In thy faint Numbers 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 hast talk'd Of fallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers ', parapets ;
Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone
Serv. He is, my lord, an hour agone.
Lady. But hear you, my Lord.
. Why, my horse, my love, my horse. . Lady. ' Out, you mad-headed ape !
A weazle 'For frontiers Sir Thomas Han- 3 Out, you mad headed ape!
e!!) mer, and after him Dr. Warbur. This and the following speech tow, read very plausibly for tins. of the lady are in the early edi.
And thus baths befird-] tions printed as prose; those Perhaps, And thought lath jo editions are indeed in such cales durb'd.
of no great authority, but perL 3
A weazle hath not such a deal of spleen
Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
Lady. Come, come, you Paraquito, answer me Directly to this question, I shall alk. 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
not, I care not for thee, Kate, this is no world To play with 5 mammets, and to tilt with lips. We nuit have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, And pa's them current too-g cs me! my horse. What fay'st thou, Kate? what wouldlt thou have with
ilot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?
haps they were right in this thus,
tozé! I love thee nut,] This is no time, go. This I think would be better S-mammets,] Puppets
But yet a woman ; and for secresie,
Lady. How! so far?
Fot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate, Whither I go, thither shall you go too; To day will I set forth, to morrow you, Will this content you, Kate? Lady. It must of force.
Changes to the Boar's-Head Tavern in East-cheap.
Enter Prince Henry and Poins. P. Henry, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.
ED, pr’ythee come out of that fat room, Poins. Where haft been, Hal?
P. Henry. With three or four loggerheads, among three or fourscore hogsheads. I have founded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers, and can call them all by their Christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their conscience, that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King of courtesie; telling me fatly, I am no proud Jack, like Falsteff, but a Cerinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy : (by the Lord, so they call me;) and when I am King of England, I hall command all the good lads in East-cheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet ; and when you breathe in your watering, they cry, hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a prosicient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my life. I tell